Little Red Hen lived in a barnyard. She spent almost all of her time walking about the barnyard in her picketty-pecketty fashion, scratching everywhere for worms.
She dearly loved fat, delicious worms and felt they were absolutely necessary to the health of her children. As often as she found a worm she would call “Chuck-chuck-chuck!” to her baby chicks.
When they were gathered about her, she would distribute choice morsels of her tid-bit. A busy and devoted mother was she!
A cat usually napped lazily in the barn door, not even bothering herself to scare the rat who ran here and there as he pleased.
And as for the pig who lived in the sty—he did not care what happened so long as he could eat and grow fat.
One day Little Red Hen found a Seed. It was a Wheat Seed, but Little Red Hen was so accustomed to bugs and worms that she supposed this to be some new and perhaps very delicious kind of meat. She bit it gently and found that it resembled a worm in no way whatsoever as to taste although because it was long and slender, a hen might easily be fooled by its appearance.