In the hot sun, she wobbled her way over to the workbench to find the farmer, the miller, and Billie.
Billie noticed the impressive size of the Wheat Stalk swaying in the distance and handed the Little Red Hen the perfect sickle.
She thanked the child and returned to her plot.
As she cut the Wheat and laid it on the ground to be separated and bagged, her little chicks clucked and chirped and peeped.
"CLUCK-CHIRP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP!"
At first, they wanted worms, but now they just dearly missed their mother!
The Little Red Hen grew sad and worried. She knew someone must winnow the Wheat for the mill. She also knew that her hungry babies were now missing her company.
As she cut the Wheat and laid it on the ground to be separated and bagged, her little chicks clucked and chirped and peeped.