Merlin1047
Senior Member
The Little Red Hen
Once upon a time, on a farm in Indiana, there was a
little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until
she uncovered quite a few grains of wheat. She
called all of her neighbors together and said, "If we
plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who
will help me plant it?"
"Not I," said the cow.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Not I," said the pig.
"Not I," said the goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen.
And so she did.
The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden
grain. "Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the
little red hen.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Out of my classification," said the pig.
"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.
"I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the
goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen,
and so she did.
At last it came time to bake the bread. "Who will
help me bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.
"That would be overtime for me," said the cow.
"I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck.
"I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig.
"If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination,"
said the goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen.
She baked five loaves and held them up for all of
her neighbors to see. They wanted some and, in
fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said,
"No, I shall eat all five loaves."
"Excess profits!" cried the cow.
"Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck.
"I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose.
The pig just grunted in disdain.
And they all painted "Unfair!" picket signs and
marched around and around the little red hen,
shouting obscenities.
Then a government agent came, he said to the little
red hen, "You must not be so greedy."
"But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
"Exactly," said the agent. "That is what makes our
free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the
barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under
our modern government regulations, the productive
workers must divide the fruits of their labor with
those who are lazy and idle."
And they all lived happily ever after, including the
little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am
grateful, for now I truly understand." But her
neighbors became quite disappointed in her. She
never again baked bread because she joined the
"party" and got her bread free.
And all the Democrats smiled. 'Fairness' had been
established. Individual initiative had died but nobody
noticed; perhaps no one cared, as long as there was
free bread.
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P.S.
Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs.
Hillary got $8 million for hers. That's $20 million for
memories from two people who for eight years
repeatedly testified, under oath, that they couldn't
remember a damn thing.
Once upon a time, on a farm in Indiana, there was a
little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until
she uncovered quite a few grains of wheat. She
called all of her neighbors together and said, "If we
plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who
will help me plant it?"
"Not I," said the cow.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Not I," said the pig.
"Not I," said the goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen.
And so she did.
The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden
grain. "Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the
little red hen.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Out of my classification," said the pig.
"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.
"I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the
goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen,
and so she did.
At last it came time to bake the bread. "Who will
help me bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.
"That would be overtime for me," said the cow.
"I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck.
"I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig.
"If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination,"
said the goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen.
She baked five loaves and held them up for all of
her neighbors to see. They wanted some and, in
fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said,
"No, I shall eat all five loaves."
"Excess profits!" cried the cow.
"Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck.
"I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose.
The pig just grunted in disdain.
And they all painted "Unfair!" picket signs and
marched around and around the little red hen,
shouting obscenities.
Then a government agent came, he said to the little
red hen, "You must not be so greedy."
"But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
"Exactly," said the agent. "That is what makes our
free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the
barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under
our modern government regulations, the productive
workers must divide the fruits of their labor with
those who are lazy and idle."
And they all lived happily ever after, including the
little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am
grateful, for now I truly understand." But her
neighbors became quite disappointed in her. She
never again baked bread because she joined the
"party" and got her bread free.
And all the Democrats smiled. 'Fairness' had been
established. Individual initiative had died but nobody
noticed; perhaps no one cared, as long as there was
free bread.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
P.S.
Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs.
Hillary got $8 million for hers. That's $20 million for
memories from two people who for eight years
repeatedly testified, under oath, that they couldn't
remember a damn thing.
