“The Little Red Hen”

 

 

Once upon a time, there was a little red hen who lived on a farm. She was friends with a lazy dog, a sleepy cat, and a noisy yellow duck.

One day the little red hen found some seeds on the ground. The little red hen had an idea. She would plant the seeds.

The little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me plant the seeds?”

“Not I,” barked the lazy dog.

“Not I,” purred the sleepy cat.

“Not I,” quacked the noisy yellow duck.

“Then I will,” said the little red hen. So the little red hen planted the seeds all by herself.

When the seeds had grown, the little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me cut the wheat?”

“Not I,” barked the lazy dog.

“Not I,” purred the sleepy cat.

“Not I,” quacked the noisy yellow duck.

“Then I will,” said the little red hen. So the little red hen cut the wheat all by herself.

When all the wheat was cut, the little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me take the wheat to the mill to be ground into flour?”

“Not I,” barked the lazy dog.

“Not I,” purred the sleepy cat.

“Not I,” quacked the noisy yellow duck.

“Then I will,” said the little red hen. So the little red hen brought the wheat to the mill all by herself, ground the wheat into flour, and carried the heavy sack of flour back to the farm.

The tired little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me bake the bread?”

“Not I,” barked the lazy dog.

“Not I,” purred the sleepy cat.

“Not I,” quacked the noisy yellow duck.

“Then I will,” said the little red hen. So the little red hen baked the bread all by herself.

When the bread was finished, the tired little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me eat the bread?”

“I will,” barked the lazy dog.

“I will,” purred the sleepy cat.

“I will,” quacked the noisy yellow duck.

“No!” said the little red hen. “I will.” And the little red hen ate the bread all by herself.

 

 

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“… people seem to take things for granted. The last thing they would ever do is look up such stuff themselves. When it is handed to them on a silver platter, they don’t appreciate it but instead complain, vent, and find cause for fault.”

 

 

— Roger W. Smith, “a trip to Massachusetts (and its disappointing aftermath),” blog post, June 2017

https://rogersgleanings.com/2017/06/09/a-trip-to-massachusetts-and-its-disappointing-aftermath/

About Roger W. Smith

Roger W. Smith is a writer based in Queens, New York City. His experience includes freelance writing and editing, business writing, book reviewing, and the teaching of writing and literature as an adjunct professor. His interests include personal essays and opinion pieces, memoirs, American and world literature, music, baseball, and genealogy. Mr. Smith holds a bachelor’s degree in history from Brandeis University and a master’s degree in journalism, as well as an M.B.A., both from New York University. Mr. Smith also hosts the scholarly website dreiseronline.com
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