NAFTA-TPP for Dummies

Once Upon a Time;

"Who will plant these grains?"

"Not I," said the goose.

"Not I," said the ox.

"Not I," said the pig.

"Then I will do it myself," said the little red hen.

"Who will help me tend this wheat?"

"Not I," said the goose.

"Not I," said the ox.

"Not I," said the pig.

"Then I will do it myself," said the little red hen.

"Who will help me cut and thresh all of this wheat?"

"Not I," said the goose.

"Not I," said the ox.

"Not I," said the pig.

"Then I will do it myself," said the little red hen.

"Who will help me take the wheat to the miller?"

"Not I," said the goose.

"Not I," said the ox.

"Not I," said the pig.

"Then I will do it myself," said the little red hen.

"Will you grind this wheat into flour for me?" asked the little red hen.

"Yes, surely," said the miller. "This wheat will make enough good flour for bread

for all your chickens."

"Now I shall bake some bread from the flour," said the little red hen.

"Who will help me bake the bread?"

"Not I," said the goose.

"Not I," said the ox.

"Not I," said the pig.

"Then I will do it myself," said the little red hen,

but she began wonder if the three of them were true friends.

When the bread was baked, "Who will help me eat the fresh tasty bread?"

"I will!" said the goose.

"I will!" said the ox.

"I will!" said the pig.

They all would help her that way!

"I am quite sure you would, but listen to this: I found the wheat. I planted the wheat. I tended the wheat. I harvested the wheat. I took the wheat to be ground into flour. And I made the bread.

All these things I did by myself. Now my chickens and I will eat the bread all by ourselves!"

And that was exactly what she did. "Cluck! Cluck!" She called her chickens to help her. They came and eagerly ate the bread with her. There was nothing left for the others.