The Little Red Hen
There once was a little red hen who found some wheat seed. She went to her friends and asked, “Who will help me plant this wheat?”
“Not I,” said the rat.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Not I,” said the pig.
“I will plant the wheat myself,” said the little red hen. And she did.
The wheat was soon ripe and ready to cut. The little red hen went to her friends and asked, “Who will help me cut this wheat?”
“Not I,” said the rat.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Not I,” said the pig.
“I will cut the wheat myself,” said the little red hen. And she did.
The wheat was cut and ready to take to the miller to be ground. The little red hen went to her friends and asked, “Who will help me carry this wheat to the miller?”
“Not I,” said the rat.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Not I,” said the pig.
“I will take this wheat to the miller myself,” said the little red hen. And she did.
The wheat was ground and ready to bake into bread. The little red hen went to her friends and asked, “Who will help me bake some bread?”
“Not I,” said the rat.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Not I,” said the pig.
“I will bake the bread myself,” said the little red hen. And she did.
The bread was baked and ready to eat. The little red hen went to her friends and asked, “Who will help me eat this bread?”
“I will,” said the rat.
“I will,” said the cat.
“I will,” said the dog.
“I will,” said the pig.
“No, you will not! I will eat the bread myself,” said the little red hen. And she did.
by Author Unknown
The moral, or lesson, of the story is that those who do not work do not enjoy a reward, and those who do work enjoy a reward.
There once was a little red hen who found some wheat seed. She went to her friends and asked, “Who will help me plant this wheat?”
“Not I,” said the rat.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Not I,” said the pig.
“I will plant the wheat myself,” said the little red hen. And she did.
The wheat was soon ripe and ready to cut. The little red hen went to her friends and asked, “Who will help me cut this wheat?”
“Not I,” said the rat.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Not I,” said the pig.
“I will cut the wheat myself,” said the little red hen. And she did.
The wheat was cut and ready to take to the miller to be ground. The little red hen went to her friends and asked, “Who will help me carry this wheat to the miller?”
“Not I,” said the rat.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Not I,” said the pig.
“I will take this wheat to the miller myself,” said the little red hen. And she did.
The wheat was ground and ready to bake into bread. The little red hen went to her friends and asked, “Who will help me bake some bread?”
“Not I,” said the rat.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Not I,” said the pig.
“I will bake the bread myself,” said the little red hen. And she did.
The bread was baked and ready to eat. The little red hen went to her friends and asked, “Who will help me eat this bread?”
“I will,” said the rat.
“I will,” said the cat.
“I will,” said the dog.
“I will,” said the pig.
“No, you will not! I will eat the bread myself,” said the little red hen. And she did.
by Author Unknown
The moral, or lesson, of the story is that those who do not work do not enjoy a reward, and those who do work enjoy a reward.