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.
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.