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Once upon a time there was a little red hen who scratched about the barn yard until she uncovered some grains of wheat. She called her neighbors and said. “If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?” “Not I," said the cow. “Not I.” said the duck. “Not I." said the pig. “Not I," said the goose. "Then I will," said the little red hen, and she did. The wheat grew tall and ripened into golden grain. "Who will help me reap my wheat?” said the little red h^n. "Not I," said the duck. “Out of my classification,” said the pig. "I’d lose my seniority,” said the cow. “I’d lose my unemployment compensation,” said the goose. "Then I will,” said the little red hen and she did. At last, it came time to bake the bread. “Who will help me bake the bread?” asked the little red hen. “That would be overtime for me,” said the cow. “I’m a dropout and never learned how,” said the pig. “If I’m the only helper, that’s discrimination,” sjud the goose. 3 “Then I will,” said the little red hen. She baked five loaves and held them for her neighbors to see. They all wanted some—in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, “No, I can eat the five loaves myself.”
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