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the story of the little red hen

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One day the little red hen found a grain of wheat.
“Who will help me plant this wheat?” she asked.
“Not I.” said the dog, chasing his tail.
“Not I.” said the pig, his snout deep in the trough.
“Not I.” said the cat, stretched out in the sun.
“Then I shall plant it myself”

When the wheat had grown the little red hen asked; “Who will help me cut and thresh this wheat?”
ear “Not I.” said the dog.
“Not I.” said the pig.
“Not I.” said the cat.

So the little red hen cut down the wheat, threshed it and when she had finished asked; “Who will help me take this wheat to be milled?”
Windmill “Not I.” said the dog, yawning sleepily.
“Not I.” said the pig, wallowing in the mud.
“Not I.” said the cat, preening herself.
“In that case,” said the little red hen “I shall take it myself”

When she returned with the flour the little red hen asked; “Who will help me bake this flour into bread?”
bread “Not I.” said the dog.
“Not I.” said the pig.
“Not I.” said the cat.

So the little red hen made the flour into dough, kneaded it, left it to stand and then baked it in the oven. Soon she had a large warm fresh loaf. Jam “Who will help me eat this bread?” asked the little red hen.
“I will!” said the dog, jumping excitedly.
“I will!” said the pig, drooling.
“I will!” said the cat, licking her lips.

“No.” said the little red hen “I planted the wheat, I cut and threshed it, I took it to be milled into flour and then I made the dough and baked it into this bread. And so I will eat this bread, probably with peanut butter and strawberry jam”.