Then Little Red Hen fed her chicks, and got them all to sleep for their afternoon nap.
Then she went back out to the barnyard and called out: “Who will help carry the wheat to the mill to be ground?”
Turning their backs with snippy glee, the Pig said, “Not I,” and the Cat said, “Not I,” and the Rat said, “Not I.”
So the good Little Red Hen could do nothing but say, “Then I will carry the wheat to the mill myself.” And she did.
