The Little Red Hen

Once upon a time, there was a little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered some grains of wheat. She called her neighbors and said, "If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?"

"Not I," said the weasel.
"Not I," said the fox.
"Not I," said the pig.
"Then I will," said the little red hen, and she did. The wheat grew tall and ripened into golden grain. "Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.

"Not I," said the weasel.
"Not I," said the fox.
"Not I," said the pig.
"Then I will," said the little red hen, and she did. At last it came time to bake the bread. "Who will help me bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.

"Not I," said the weasel.
"Not I," said the fox.
"Not I," said the pig.
"Then I will," said the little red hen. She baked five loaves and held them up for her neighbors to see. They all wanted some -- in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, "Now, I can eat the five loaves myself."

"Excess profits!" yelled the weasel.
"Capitalist leech!" cried the fox.
"I demand my equal rights!" shouted the pig.

Then they hurriedly painted "unfair" picket signs and marched around, shouting obscenities. The government agent came and said to the little red hen, "You must not be greedy."
"But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
"Exactly," said the agent. "That is the wonderful free-enterprise system. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But, under government regulations, the productive workers must divide their product with the idle."

And they lived happily ever after. But the little red hen's neighbors wondered why she never again baked bread.

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