Then Little Red Hen went on with her daily duties through the long summer days, scratching for worms and feeding her chicks, while the Pig grew fat, and the Cat grew fat, and the Rat grew fat, and the Wheat grew tall and ready for harvest.
One day she chanced to notice how large the Wheat was and that the grain was ripe, so she ran about calling briskly: “Who will help to cut the Wheat?”
The Pig said, “Not I.”
The Cat said, “Not I,”
The Rat said, “Not I.”
“Well, then,” said the Little Red Hen, “I will cut the wheat myself.” And she did.
