The Little Red Hen!     By	  Jack	  Barksdale	  
 One	  day,	  there	  was	  a	  li4le	  red	  hen.	  	    She	  had	  just	  found	  a	  grain	  of	  wheat.	  	    “Who	 ...
 “Who	  will	  help	  me	  cut	  this	  wheat?”	  quesHoned	  the	  li4le	  red	  hen.	     	  “Not	  I,”	  broke	  in	  t...
There	  	  was	  just	  enough	  to	  make	  a	  loaf	  of	  bread.	  	  “Who	  will	  help	  me	  bake	  this	  bread?”	 ...
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  1. 1. The Little Red Hen! By  Jack  Barksdale  
  2. 2.  One  day,  there  was  a  li4le  red  hen.     She  had  just  found  a  grain  of  wheat.     “Who  should  help  me  plant  this   wheat?”  she  mused.    “We  certainly  won’t,”  chorused  the    dog,  the  cat,  and  owl.    “ Then  I  will,”  u4ered  the  li4le  red  hen.      Well  aEer  a  while,  the  wheat  began  to  to  grow.    It  grew  and  grew  and  soon  it  was  ready  to  be  cut.      
  3. 3.  “Who  will  help  me  cut  this  wheat?”  quesHoned  the  li4le  red  hen.    “Not  I,”  broke  in  the  dog.    “Not  I,”  grumbled  the  cat.    “Not  I,”  sassed  the  owl.    “ Then  I  will,”  answered  the  cheerful  li4le  red  hen.  AEer  the  grueling  work  of  cuKng  the  wheat,  it  was  ready  to  be  brought  to  the  mill.  “Who  will  help  me  bring  the  wheat  to  the  mill?”  proposed  the  li4le  red  hen.    “Not  I,”  retorted  the  dog    “Not  I,”  shot  the  cat.    “Not  I,”  smirked  the  owl.    “I  am  beginning  to  think  this  was  a  bad  idea,  I  will  do  it.    The  wheat  was  crushed  into  flour.    
  4. 4. There    was  just  enough  to  make  a  loaf  of  bread.    “Who  will  help  me  bake  this  bread?”  asked  the  li4le  red  hen.            “Not  I,”  fumed  the  dog.    “Not  I,”  seethed  the  cat.    “Not  I,”  raged  the  normally  calm  owl.    The  bread  baked  and  baked  and  picked  up  a  great  aroma.    All  the  animals  came  in  to  smell  it.  The  bread  was  finally  ready  to  be  eaten.    “I  can  guess  that  aEer  all  the  Hmes  you  guys  have  said,  ‘Not  I’  that  you  won’t  want  to  eat  this  bread,”  chuckled  the  li4le  red  hen.  She  quickly  gobbled  it  up.        

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