The Little Red Hen Little Red Hen lived in abarnyard. She spent almost all ofher time walking about the barnyard in her picketty-pecketty fashion, scratching everywhere for worms. he 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 ȜChuck-chuck-chuck!ȝ to her chickies. hen they were gathered about her, she would distribute choice morsels of her tid-bit. A busy little body 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 styȔhe did not care what happened so long as he could eat and grow fat. ne day the Little Red Hen found a Seed. It was a Wheat Seed, but the 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 Little Red Hen might easily be fooled by its appearance. arrying it about, she made many inquiries as to what it might be. She found it was a Wheat Seed and that, if planted, it would grow up and when ripe it could be made into flour and then into bread. When she discovered that, she knew it ought to be planted. She was so busy hunting food for herself and her family that, naturally, she thought she ought not to take time to plant it. o she thought of the PigȔupon whom time must hang heavily and of the Cat who had nothing to do, and of the great fat Rat with his idle hours, and she called loudly: ȜWho will plant the Seed?ȝ But the Pig said, ȜNot I,ȝ and the Cat said, ȜNot I,ȝ and the Rat said, ȜNot I.ȝ ȜWell, then,ȝ said the Little Red Hen, ȜI will.ȝ And she did. hen she 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. o one day the Little Red Hen chanced to notice how large the Wheat was and that the grain was ripe, so she ran about calling briskly: ȜWho will cut the Wheat?ȝ The Pig said, ȜNot I,ȝ the Cat said, ȜNot I,ȝ and the Rat said, ȜNot I.ȝ ȜWell, then,ȝ said the Little Red Hen, ȜI will.ȝ And she did. he got the sickle from among the farmers tools in the barn and proceeded to cut off all of the big plant of Wheat. On the ground lay the nicely cut Wheat, ready to be gathered and threshed, but the newest and yellowest and downiest of Mrs. Hens chicks set up a Ȝpeep-peep-peepingȝ in their most vigorous fashion, proclaiming to the world at large, but most particularly to their mother, that she was neglecting them. oor Little Red Hen! She felt quite bewildered and hardly knew where to turn....