
The little Red Hen was in the farmyard with her chickens, when she found a grain of wheat.
"Who will plant this wheat?" she said.
"Not I," said the Goose.
"Not I," said the Duck.
"I will, then," said the little Red Hen, and she planted the grain of wheat.
When the wheat was ripe she said, "Who will take this wheat to the mill?"
"Not I," said the Goose.
"Not I," said the Duck.
"I will, then," said the little Red Hen, and she took the wheat to the mill.
When she brought the flour home she said, "Who will make some bread with this flour?"
"Not I," said the Goose.
"Not I," said the Duck.
"I will, then," said the little Red Hen
When the bread was baked, she said, "Who will eat this bread?"
"I will," said the Goose
"I will," said the Duck
"No, you won't," said the little Red Hen. "I shall eat it myself. Cluck! cluck!" And she called her chickens to help her.
THE END
Posted by sodabob at December 11, 2003 03:21 PMno bread for the frogs. bad frogs, bad.
Posted by: nose at December 11, 2003 04:43 PMTell the one about the 3 little pigs and the nazi that cooked them in his oven
Posted by: crutch at December 11, 2003 06:45 PMmmmm....bacon.
Posted by: nose at December 12, 2003 07:52 AMwadda ya bet, now that they caught the bastard, that the frogs and krauts are gonna try and spin that they were instrumental in the process.
look, look, really we helped, now give us the bread.
yeah, right.
Posted by: nose at December 14, 2003 10:32 AM