On the ground lay the nicely cut wheat, ready to be gathered and threshed. So, again, in a very hopeful tone, Little Red Hen called out, “Who will help to thresh the Wheat?”
But the Pig, with a grunt, said, “Not I,” and the Cat, with a meow, said, “Not I,” and the Rat, with a squeak, said, “Not I.”
So the Little Red Hen, looking rather discouraged, said, “Well then, I will thresh the wheat myself.” And she did.
