The Bucket January 2008

The Bucket

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The Little Red Hen

Edited for Content and Length

One summer day the Little Red Hen found a grain of wheat. “A grain of wheat!” said the Little Red Hen to herself. “I will plant it.” She asked the pig: “Will you help me plant this grain of wheat?” “Not I!” said the pig. “Then I will plant it myself,” said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

Soon the wheat grew tall, and the Little Red Hen knew it was time to reap it. “Who will help me reap the wheat?” she asked.”Not I!” said the pig. “Then I will reap it myself,” said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

She reaped the wheat, and it was ready to be taken to the mill and made into flour. “Who will help me carry the wheat to the mill?” she asked. “Not I!” said the pig. “Then I will carry it myself,” said the Little Red Hen. And she did. She carried the wheat to the mill, and the miller made it into flour.

When she got it home, she asked, “Who will help me make the flour into dough?” “Not I!” said the pig. “Then I will make the dough myself,” said the Little Red Hen. And she did.
“Who will help me bake the bread?” said the Little Red Hen. “Not I!” said the pig. “then I will bake it myself,” said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

After the loaf had been taken from the oven, it was set on the windowsill to cool. “And now,” said the Little Red Hen, “who will help me eat the bread?” “I will! said the pig. “No, I will eat it myself!” said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

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