Jdbthelittleredhen
Transcript of Jdbthelittleredhen
The Little Red Hen!
By Jack Barksdale
One day, there was a li4le red hen. She had just found a grain of wheat. “Who should help me plant this wheat?” she mused.
“We certainly won’t,” chorused the dog, the cat, and owl. “Then I will,” u4ered the li4le red hen. Well aEer a while, the wheat began
to to grow. It grew and grew and soon it was ready to be cut.
“Who will help me cut this wheat?” quesHoned the li4le red hen. “Not I,” broke in the dog. “Not I,” grumbled the cat. “Not I,” sassed the owl. “Then I will,” answered the cheerful
li4le red hen. AEer the grueling work of cuKng the wheat, it was ready to be brought to the mill. “Who will help me bring the wheat to the mill?” proposed the li4le red hen. “Not I,” retorted the dog “Not I,” shot the cat. “Not I,” smirked the owl. “I am beginning to think this was a
bad idea, I will do it.
The wheat was crushed into flour.
There was just enough to make a loaf of bread. “Who will help me bake this bread?” asked the li4le red hen.
“Not I,” fumed the dog. “Not I,” seethed the cat. “Not I,” raged the normally calm owl.
The bread baked and baked and picked up a great aroma. All the animals came in to smell it. The bread was finally ready to be eaten. “I can guess that aEer all the Hmes
you guys have said, ‘Not I’ that you won’t want to eat this bread,” chuckled the li4le red hen. She quickly gobbled it up.