The Little Red Hen -- A Lesson for our "Friends"

One day as the Little Red Hen was scratching in a field, she found a grain of wheat.

When the wheat was threshed, the Little Red Hen said, "Who will take this wheat to the mill?"

She took the wheat to the mill and had it ground into flour. Then she said, "Who will make this flour into bread?"

"Oh! I will," said the Duck.
"And I will," said the Cat.
"And I will," said the Dog.

...Then she said, "Who will eat this bread?"
"Oh! I will," said the Duck.
"And I will," said the Cat.
"And I will," said the Dog.

"No, No!" said the Little Red Hen. "I will do that."

And she intended to, but just then, George the pig announced, "You have much more bread than you need, Little Red Hen. We'll just have to take most of it and send to the starving in Zimbabwe or North Korea.

That's the way the story ends today.

Hank

...Then she said, "Who will eat this bread?"

"Oh! I will," said the Duck.
"And I will," said the Cat.
"And I will," said the Dog.

"No, No!" said the Little Red Hen. "I will do that."

"Oh! No you won't," said the Duck.
"No you won't," said the Cat.
"No you won't," said the Dog.

And they formed a revolutionary committee and seized bread and Hen. They executed the Hen for exploiting fellow barnyard animals and the environment. Then the Duck, the Cat, and the Dog sat down and decided to divide the bread evenly between them, but the Dog growled and showed his teeth. The Cat fled, the Duck flew away, and the Dog, being the strongest of the three, consumed it alone.

Along those same lines, I got this in email today.

The Mouse Trap INTERESTING moral to the story...

A mouse looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife opening a package; what food might it contain? He was aghast to discover that it was a mouse trap!

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning, "There is a mouse trap in the house, there is a mouse trap in the house." The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell you this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me; I cannot be bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mouse trap in the house." "I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse," sympathized the pig, "but there is nothing I can do about it but pray; be assured that you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow, who replied, "Like wow, Mr. Mouse, a mouse trap; am I in grave danger, Duh?"

So the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected to face the farmer's mouse trap alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house, like the sound of a mouse trap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital. She returned home with a fever. Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. His wife's sickness continued so that friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well, in fact, she died, and so many people came for her funeral the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide meat for all of them to eat. So the next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and think that it does not concern you,remember that when the least of us is threatened , we are all at risk.

And so it may be with Germany, France and Belgium one day...

And they formed a revolutionary committee and seized bread and Hen. They executed the Hen for exploiting fellow barnyard animals and the environment. Then the Duck, the Cat, and the Dog sat down and decided to divide the bread evenly between them, but the Dog growled and showed his teeth. The Cat fled, the Duck flew away, and the Dog, being the strongest of the three, consumed it alone.

Later, when the bread was all gone, Dog became very hungry. But there was no more bread. There was no more grain. There was no more wheat. There was nobody who would plant or harvest the wheat, or mill the flour, or bake the bread.

So as Dog became thin and emaciated with hunger, he had journalists take photographs of himself, to show to all the rich people of the world with plenty of bread, along with his story: "I am starving because the weather had been bad, and I am unable to grow wheat, and I don't have enough but YOU DO, and DON'T YOU FEEL GUILTY ABOUT THAT? And shouldn't you please give me some of your bread so that you will feel less guilty?"

And Dog received plenty of bread and got fat, and Dog also received lots of money from the rich people, which he invested in secret Swiss bank accounts, and Dog became very fond of his expensive trips to the French Riveria and expensive cars and expensive doghouses.

And then one day, one of the other dogs -- who were starving because Dog would not give them the bread and money that the guilty-feeling rich people had given for them -- became so angry that he shot Dog, and proclaimed himself "Dog II." Then the nice rich people were very glad that Dog was gone and had been replaced by Dog II, and they gave Dog II even more bread and money than they had given Dog. And all the while, the "bad weather" continued, year after year, rain or shine. . .

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