The Little Red Hen
Once upon a time there was a little red hen.
One day the little red hen decided to grow some wheat.
First, she went to the other farmyard animals to ask for help.
"Who will help me to plant my wheat?"
asked the little red hen.
"Oh I'm not feeling very well,"
said the pig. But he didn't look sick.
"I'm very busy,"
said the duck,
but he wasn't really.
Then I shall plant the wheat myself,
said the little red hen,
and so she did.
Each day the wheat grew a little bit bigger and soon the wheat was fully grown
"Now I must harvest the wheat,"
said the little red hen.
The little red hen returned to the farmyard and asked the other animals
"Who will help me take my wheat to the mill?"
"Can't you see I'm playing in the mud?" asked the pig.
"Can't you see I'm having a swim?"
asked the duck.
The little red hen sighed,
and she carried all of the wheat to the mill on her own.
It was very tiring work.
The miller ground the wheat into flour.
The miller's wife saw how tired the little red hen was and she baked the flour into bread.
The little red hen thanked the miller and his wife by sharing her bread with them.
Once again, the little red again returned to the farmyard.
"Who will help me eat my bread?"
asked the little red hen.
The duck and the pig were very excited.
"I will!"
said the duck.
"I will!"
said the pig."
"NO! You will not,"
said the little red hen,
and she ate the bread herself.