In a village in Oregon there lived a sweet li2le red hen who baked mouthwatering cupcakes and a band of her very, very lazy friends. That village was run by a very rich rooster, whose mo2o was “I am the Best”, and was guarded by sentries night and day. The rooster did not like Li2le Red Hen since last year when Li2le Red Hen refused to give the rooster (who was also the
Mayor) her secret cupcake recipe. Well, one ﬁne, sunny day in Raymondville (the Mayor was so conceited he named the town aJer himself), Li2le Red Hen decided to go out for a walk. While she was walking she started thinking and mused to herself, “Hmmm, I need to think of a scheme to see who’s really
my friend and who’s just pretending to be my friend to get free tastes of my baking. Why, why I think I have an idea!” she cried out triumphantly and she waddled back to her house in an excited manner. When she arrived at her house she put on a gloomy face, gathered her friends and told them that the Mayor was going to try to get rid of them. She advised, “I have decided that we will escape. Who will help me go scouPng for a spot with not many sentries?” she asked.
“Not I,” snapped Cat in a high pitched snobbish voice, “And stop distracPng me, I’m messing up my nails.” “Dog, will you help me?” asked Li2le Red Hen. “Not I. It does not sound as exciPng as I would have wanted. No, I don’t think I’ll help, not unless it is a ma2er of life or death,” mused Dog.
“Nothing is exciPng for you unless it involves food,” fumed Li2le Red Hen. “I..I..I.. will help you,” stammered the Pmid li2le rabbit. “Really Janie?” asked Li2le Red Hen. “Uh-‐huh,” agreed Janie. “Janie, oh Janie, you’re so wonderful,” cried Li2le Red Hen throwing her wings around Janie. “Let’s get started,” sang out Li2le Red Hen. So the two set out low to the ground looking for a place to sneak out of Raymondville. About two hours later they found a perfect spot, marked it and skipped triumphantly back home where they had a wonderful dinner. They pracPcally fell into bed and were asleep as soon as their heads hit the
pillow. The next morning, Li2le Red Hen asked, “Cat, will you help me carry tools to the fence and cut a discreet hole in the spot Janie and I have chosen?” “Oh, Pet, you know carrying things messes up my nails and you also know that sweaPng makes my fur complexion look absolutely terrrrrrrible and cuZng a hole always involves sweat, but to answer your quesPon: No! Shoo,” seethed Cat. With that Li2le Red Hen turned on her heel and stomped out of Cat’s room. “Well, Cat won’t be any use. I know she wants nothing to do with dirt,” mused Li2le Red Hen.
“Maybe Dog will help. She is good at carrying things.” So Li2le Red Hen skipped oﬀ in search of Dog. She found Dog in her room reading a book on how to make bones last longer. “So, will you help me carry some tools to cut a hole in the spot Janie and I picked out?” “Nah, carrying things and cuZng a hole will waste my energy. I’m saving my energy for later when I’m going to try out some new bone tricks.” “Humph, ﬁne,” fumed Li2le Red Hen. “I’ll go ask Janie. She is sure to help me.”
So Li2le Red Hen pracPcally ran to Janie’s room. She always loved being in Janie’s room because it was so relaxing. Her room was lavender and her bed was cream with a light blue ﬂuﬀy duvet and pink curtains surrounded her bed. Also, one of Li2le Red Hen’s favorite parts of Janie’s’ room was the li2le fountain in the very back. It always made a bubbling, reassuring sound. Li2le Red Hen found Janie out back watering her marigolds. Li2le Red Hen asked Janie if she would help her cut the hole.
Janie said, “Sure!” “Really?” asked Li2le Red Hen. “Oh, Janie, you’re the greatest.” Janie blushed at this praise. “I tell you what. Let’s run by my room quickly and then be oﬀ. Okay?” said easy going Janie. Li2le Red Hen grabbed a picnic basket which Janie thought was a tool box and they set oﬀ for the spot they had marked the day before. Once they arrived, Li2le Red Hen opened the basket and drew out two scrumpPous looking sandwiches and two delicious looking cupcakes. “B..b..b..but where are the tools?” Janie stammered.
So Li2le Red Hen explained how it had all been a trick and how Janie had passed as her only true friend. AJer Li2le Red Hen’s explanaPon, they ate their lunch in silence, then went down to the playful, gurgling stream and frolicked in it for a while. Then they stretched out on the sweet prairie grass, talked and ate wild strawberries. Too soon they were both dry and had to pack up and go home. That night, Li2le Red Hen thought as she was nodding oﬀ to sleep, “What a wonderful, wonderful day.”
The next morning in town, Li2le Red Hen heard some alarming news. A friend who worked for the Mayor warned her that the Mayor really did want to capture her and her friends! Her friend warned they had no Pme to lose, for the Mayor’s guards were going to come to their rooms within three days. Li2le Red Hen rushed back, gathered her friends and quickly explained that the Mayor’s wanPng to capture them had been a test. She then warned them that the Mayor was truly going to capture them all within three days! “But we’ve got to get out of here today because they could come early,
so who will help me pack up the tents, clothes, food and other necessiPes?” asked Li2le Red Hen. “I will,” Janie volunteered. “Good,” approved Li2le Red Hen with clipboard in hand. “Who will pack up and carry tools to cut a hole in the fence?” “I will,” volunteered Dog. “Good,” approved Li2le Red Hen, quickly making notes on her clipboard. “Who will slink ahead and spy to ﬁnd a spot with no sentries?” “I will,” Cat volunteered shyly. “Great!” Li2le Red Hen approved enthusiasPcally giving Cat a quick hug. “Everybody get started!” shouted Li2le Red Hen.
In Li2le Red Hen’s room there was a buzz of acPvity. Janie, Li2le Red Hen and Dog packed and strapped everything they needed to their backs and they quickly followed Cat’s markers. Once they got there, Cat was looking out over the ﬁeld beyond the fence. Beyond was a beauPful strawberry patch. “ There, is this good?” Cat asked making a royal gesture out over the sea of dancing grass. “Perfect!” Li2le Red Hen exclaimed. They cut the hole and one by one climbed through. They let out a cheer as the thought hit them: They were free! The End
Epilogue The four friends all ended up in Maine. Li2le Ren Hen found some very nice friends and a sweet li2le co2age and started an amazing cupcake store. Janie found some delighaul friends and a nice li2le home that suited her perfectly. She also set up a vegetable store selling only the fresh vegetables
from her garden. Cat bought a huge, very nice, house and she also started a spa where she was in heaven. Dog became a P.E. and bone salvaging teacher at U.M.D. which stands for University of Maine for Dogs. So as you can see, all for the animal’s lives turned out well and they all claimed they loved Maine, with the smell of adventure. No ma2er how many other friends they met, they all said that their best friends were the ones in the great escape, the ones their lives relied on for a short period of Pme. This concludes the story of the Li2le Red Hen and her friends. The moral of the story is: If you don’t do work, you don’t get to share in the reward.