From the pile of Wheat beneath her, she called out, "Who will thresh this Wheat?"

"Not I," the Cat murmured.

"Not I!" the Mouse sputtered.

"Not I…" the Pig mumbled.

Stunned by the sight of the Wheat before her and the sounds of her chicks cooing, she let out a long sigh and finally replied, "I will then."

She gathered more bugs, fed her babies, and laid them down for a long afternoon nap.

And then she threshed the Wheat. 

In the hot summer sun, she looked down at her day's work. She had filled one jute Sack with ripe Wheat Seeds. She called out with hope, "Who will carry this Wheat Sack to the mill for the miller to grind into flour?”

"Not I!" the Cat, the Mouse, and the Pig shouted in unison.

“I will then," she replied.

And she carried to Wheat to be ground.

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