“ So, again, in a very hopeful tone, she called out, “Who will thresh the Wheat?”
But the Pig, with a grunt, said, “Not I,” and the Cat, with a meow, said, “Not I,” and the Rat, with a squeak, said, “Not I.”
So the Little Red Hen, looking, it must be admitted, rather discouraged, said, “Well, I will, then.”
And she did.
Of course, she had to feed her babies first, though, and when she had gotten them all to sleep for their afternoon nap, she
went out and threshed the Wheat. ”

“ She spent almost all of
her 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
“Chuck-chuck-chuck!” 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. ”

“ When it was time she brought out the moulding board and the baking tins, moulded the bread, divided it into loaves, and put them into the oven to bake. All the while the Cat sat lazily by, giggling and chuckling. ”