Carrying the sack of Wheat, Little Red Hen trudged off to the distant mill.
There she ordered the Wheat ground into beautiful white flour. When the miller brought her the
flour she walked slowly back all the way to her own barnyard in her own picketty-pecketty fashion.
She even managed, in spite of her load, to catch a nice juicy worm now and then and had some left for the chicks when she reached them.