The Little Red Hen

By: Will Hudmon

     One  fine  day  a  li+le  red  hen  found  a  grain  of  wheat.  “Who  will  plant  this  wheat,”  ques<oned  the  li+le  red  hen.    “Too  much  work,”  moaned  the  cat.          “It’s  too  early,”  barked  the  dog.    So  the  li+le  red  hen  planted  the  wheat    

“Who  will  help  me  reap  this  wheat?”  ques<oned  the  li+le  red  hen.    “Too  much  work,”  moaned  the  cat.    “It’s  too  early,”  barked  the  dog.    “Then  I  will,”  said  the  li+le  red  hen            

and  she  reaped  the  wheat.  

“Who  will  help  me  thresh  this  wheat?”  ques<oned  the  li+le  red  hen.    “Too  much  work,”  moaned  the  cat    “It’s  too  early,”  barked  the  dog    “Then  I  will,”  said  the  li+le  red  

hen.  

“Who  will  help  me  take  this  wheat  to  the  mill?”  ques<oned  the  li+le  red  hen.    “Too  much  work,”  moaned  the  cat.    “It’s  too  early,”  barked  the  dog.    “Then  I  will,”  said  the  li+le  red  

hen  and  she  took  the  wheat  to  mill  to  be  turned  into  flour.      

While  she  was  there  Rat  showed  up  and  asked,  “When  you  bake  the  bread,  may  I  have  a  piece?”  The  li+le  red  hen  agreed  if  he  would  help  her  at  the  mill,  so  Rat  helped  her.  When  she  got  home  she  ques<oned,  “Who  will  bake  this  flour?”    “Too  much  work,”  moaned  the  cat.    “It’s  too  early,”  barked  the  dog.    “Then  I  will,”  said  the  li+le  red  hen  

and  she  baked  the  flour.      “Who  will  help  me  eat  this  bread,”  

ques<oned  the  li+le  red  hen.    “Me,”  exclaimed  the  cat!  

“I  will,”  exclaimed  the  dog!    

“No  Rat  and  I  will,”  said  the  li+le  red  hen.  So  she  and  Rat  feasted  on  the  bread.