THE LITTLE RED HEN
``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.
