Posted on 12/26/2012 5:32:13 PM PST by Indy Pendance
Once upon a time there was a little red hen. She lived with a pig, a duck and a cat.
They all lived in a pretty little house which the little red hen liked to keep clean and tidy. The little red hen worked hard at her jobs all day. The others never helped. Although they said they meant to, they were all far too lazy. The pig liked to grunt in the mud outside, the duck used to swim in the pond all day, and the cat enjoyed lying in the sun, purring.
One day the little red hen was working in the garden when she found a grain of wheat.
"Who will plant this grain of wheat?" she asked.
"Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden.
"Not I," quacked the duck from her pond.
"Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.
So the little red hen went to look for a nice bit of earth, scratched it with her feet and planted the grain of wheat.
During the summer the grain of wheat grew. First it grew into a tall green stalk, then it ripened in the sun until it had turned a lovely golden colour. The little red hen saw that the wheat was ready for cutting.
"Who will help me cut the wheat?" asked the little red hen.
"Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden.
"Not I," quacked the duck from her pond. rawmedcol.com
"Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.
"Very well then, I will cut it myself," said the little red hen. Carefully she cut the stalk and took out all the grains of wheat from the husks.
"Who will take the wheat to the mill, so that it can be ground into flour?" asked the little red hen.
"Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden.
"Not I," quacked the duck from her pond.
"Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.
So the little red hen took the wheat to the mill herself, and asked the miller if he would be so kind as to grind it into flour.
In time the miller sent a little bag of flour down to the house where the little red hen lived with the pig and the duck and the cat.
"Who will help me to make the flour into bread?" asked the little red hen.
"Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden.
"Not I," quacked the duck from her pond.
"Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.
"Very well," said the little red hen. "I shall make the bread myself." She went into her neat little kitchen. She mixed the flour into dough. She kneaded the dough and put it into the oven to bake.
Soon there was a lovely smell of hot fresh bread. It filled all the corners of the house and wafted out into the garden. The pig came into the kitchen from his muddy patch in the garden, the duck came in from the pond and the cat left his place in the sun. When the little red hen opened the oven door the dough had risen up and had turned into the nicest, most delicious looking loaf of bread any of them had seen.
"Who is going to eat this bread?" asked the little red hen.
"I will," grunted the pig.
"I will," quacked the duck.
"I will," purred the cat.
"Oh no, you won't," said the little red hen. "I planted the seed, I cut the wheat, I took it to the mill to be made into flour, and I made the bread, all by myself. I shall now eat the loaf all by myself."
The pig, the duck and the cat all stood and watched as the little red hen ate the loaf all by herself. It was delicious and she enjoyed it, right to the very last crumb.
It's a simple concept most children can think of. IMO, it's a great way to illustrate 'fairness'. (I changed corn to wheat from the source, because that's the way I learned it.)
Unfortunately, the new ending for this “lesson” would read something like this.
The pig, duck and cat sued the little red hen for not paying her “fair share” and they demanded she give up 90% of the corn since she was “rich” and could afford it.
One of the earliest lessons I remember is the “Little Red Hen”. Simple and true, but far too logical for the liberal mind.
You may like this.
Obviously, you’re not brain damaged. Isn’t it amazing trying to reason with a liberal mind?
I’m intrigued. How did this become a Bible story?
This is fabulous! Do you have a link? (PS, I’m in WI)
That’s the site I found it on. I had a hmmmm moment too, but I was looking for the story, not the source.
So the 3 non-productive animals got together and voted for a “transformational” African weasel who stole the bread from the hen and “redistributed” a few crumbs (and free wireless phones) to his
Unproductive “base.” End of story, as the hen quit working anymore (because she was a greedy,selfish uncaring Republican to begin with, and we’d fry her for dinner except we’re all too damned lazy so we’ll just sit on our fat asses and use our nice, shiny new free phones to arrange our next drug buy. The damned hen should count her blessings!)
This is good!
Having trouble helping your child (or your liberal friend) understand the fallacies of socialism? Let the story of the Little Red Hen help you out.
Little Red Hen a.k.a. Greedy Capitalist Pig
“Who will help me plant my wheat?” asked the little red hen.
“Not I,” said the cow.
“Not I,” said the duck.
“Not I,” said the pig.
“Not I,” said the goose.
“Then I will do it by myself.” She planted her crop and the wheat grew and ripened.
“Who will help me reap my wheat?” asked the little red hen.
“I’m on disability,” said the duck.
“Out of my classification,” said the pig.
“I’d lose my seniority,” said the cow.
“I’d lose my unemployment compensation,” said the goose.
“Then I will do it by myself,” said the little red hen, and so she did.
“Who will help me bake the bread?” asked the little red hen.
“That would be overtime for me,” said the cow.
“I’d lose my welfare benefits,” said the duck.
“I’m a dropout and never learned how,” said the pig.
“If I’m to be the only helper, that’s discrimination,” said the goose.
“Then I will do it by myself,” said the little red hen, and so she did.
The smell of fresh-baked bread attracted all her neighbors. They saw the bread and wanted some. In fact, they demanded a share.
But the little red hen said, “No, I shall eat all the loaves. I earned them!”
“Excess profits!” cried the cow.
“Capitalist leech!” screamed the duck.
“I demand equal rights!” yelled the goose.
“Share with the 99 percent,” grunted the pig.
And they all painted ‘Unfair!’ picket signs and marched around and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.
Then the farmer came He said to the little red hen, “You must not be so greedy.”
“But I earned the bread,” said the little red hen.
“Exactly,” said the farmer. “That is what makes our free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern socialist government regulations, the productive workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are idle.”
So the next year:
The little red hen didn’t plant the wheat or sow the wheat or reap the wheat or bake the wheat and all the farm animals went hungry including the farmer.
“Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery!” -Winston Churchill
The schools no longer teach these ancient moral fables. Today our children are besotted with tales of Robin Hood, a man of color who cavorts with his band of jolly butt boys on the golf course and plunders those who cling to morality and dignity.
That’s why my kids are homeschooling their kids. My daughters are the old school marm. If things were as bad now back in my days, I’d have homeschooled in a heartbeat. Back then, we still had faith.
The story of Robin Hood has been bastardized. He didn’t steal from the rich, he stole from the government.
I always liked the little red hen story that went like
this....You probably haven’t heard this version.
The little red hen wanted to cross the stream but there
was no bridge, as she walked up and down the creek
she was spotted by a wolf who offered to carry her across.
“Thank you so much”, said the hen and climbed on the wolf’s
back. Half way across the stream the wolf grabbed the
little red hen and gobbled her down right there. Then the
wolf finished crossing the stream. But when he got on
the other bank he felt a terrible pain in his stomach
and with a snip snip snip, his stomach opened up and
out popped the little red hen.
“Stupid wolf,” she said as she replaced her sewing sissors
back in her sewing kit, and went on about her business.
She’d play a part in the food stamp program.
But the pig, the duck and the cat were "takers" and rushed the little red hen to seize the loaf. Fortunately, the little red hen had a semi-automatic rifle, and that night she salted some bacon, cooked duck a l'orange and made a nice warm, fur muffler.
Yup. But we sell our free food stamps for drugs. Who wants to waste them on a dambed chicken!?
LOL! I’m going to get a new sewing machine this week. My 1985 Kenmore is on it’s last legs. I’ll hang onto it for old time sakes, heavy duty repairs. RIP, it’s gone through baby clothes to prom dresses.
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