The Little Red Hen
Once upon a time, there lived a little red hen with her chicks. The little red hen worked very hard taking care of all her chicks and her lovely little hut.
The little red hen had three friends a dog, a cat and a pig. Every day she would watch her three friends playing and lazying around. She was always busy tending her family and home.
The little red hen worked hard from morning till night. In the morning she cooked breakfast for all her chicks, made their beds, washed their clothes, and then she washed the floor. What little time was left lastly that she utilized in tending her garden.
But her three lazy friends never seemed to work at all. They would go for long walks in sunshine or lie in soft grass, sleeping and reading books and playing games.
One day, the little red hen was working in her garden. She looked at the ground where she was pulling some weeds. She noticed some grains of wheat.
“Who will plant this wheat?” The little red hen asked her three friends.
“I will not,” said the dog.
“I will not,” said the pig.
“I will not,” said the cat.
“Then, I will do it myself,” said the little red hen.
The little red hen then planted the grains of wheat, and soon, the wheat grew. The little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me tend this wheat?” “I will not,” said the dog.
“I will not,” said the pig.
“I will not,” said the cat.
“Then, I will do it myself.” said the little red hen.
Days went by and the little red hen watered the field, hoed the ground and pulled the weeds and finally the wheat was ripe and ready to be harvested.
The little red then asked her friends. “Who will help me cut all the wheat?”
“I will not,” said the dog.
“I will not,” said the pig.
“I will not,” said the cat.
“Then, I will do it myself,” said the little red hen.
From early morning to night, the little red hen worked hard harvesting the wheat. After which, she loaded it into her cart.
The little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me take this cart to that mill to be ground into flour?”
“I will not,” said the dog.
“I will not,” said the pig.
“I will not,” said the cat.
“Then, I will do it myself,” said the little red hen.
The little red hen went to the village and asked the miller, “Will you grind this wheat into flour for me?”
“Yes, of course,” said the miller, “I can grind this wheat into flour and it will be enough for bread for all your chicks the whole year.”
When the little red hen returned back, her three lazy friends were waiting for her. She told them that she will bake some nice bread with the flour. She asked them;” “Who will help me make the bread?”
“I will not,” said the dog.
“I will not,” said the pig.
“I will not,” said the cat.
“Then, I will do it myself,” said the little red hen and she thought whether these three were really her friends.
When the bread was ready, the little red hen asked,
“Who will help me eat the bread?”
“I will!” said the dog.
“I will!” said the pig.
“I will!” said the cat.
But this time the little red hen angrily stamped her foot and said.
“Oh no, my chicks and I will eat this bread all by ourselves!” I had found the wheat. I had then planted. I tended the wheat. I harvested the wheat. I took the wheat to be ground into flour in the village and it was I who made the bread. So, this is my bread.”
