"Looks like that Little Red Hen of yours has something! Maybe a seed? Good thing the tear in that bag earlier today won't make for a total waste," the miller chuckled as she handed a small bag of flour to the farmer.
A Seed thought the Little Red Hen.
Back in the hen yard, she fed her chicks the bugs she had found. The Hen looked at the Wheat Seed and then again at her babies. They were chirping for more food.
She knew someone must plant the Seed in the ground. She also knew that she had to find more worms for her hungry chicks. What was she to do?
From her yard, she could see the Cat sleeping, the Mouse running around, and the Pig sunbathing. The Little Red Hen clucked her way to the porch and called out, "Who will plant this Seed?”
The Cat opened one eye and yawned: "Not I."
"Not I!" shouted the Mouse before scurrying off again.
The Pig said, "Not I," after sprawling across a pile of straw.
Back in the hen yard, she fed her chicks the bugs she had found. The Hen looked at the Wheat Seed and then again at her babies. They were chirping for more food.