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.
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