The story of ‘The Little Hen’

When i was a child my mum used to read me stories. And this particular one, has always been stuck at the back of my head. The story of ‘The Little Hen’. 

: The Little Red Hen
Was scratching in the farmyard
When she found a grain of wheat
“Who will plant the wheat?" said she. 
“Not I," said the duck. 
“Not I," said the cat. 
“Not I," said the dog. 
“Very well then," said the Little Red Hen, “I will." 
So she planted the grain of wheat. 

After some time the wheat grew
Tall and ripe. 
“Who will cut the wheat? Asked the
Little Red hen. 
“Not I," said the duck. 
“Not I," said the cat. 
“Not I," said the dog. 
“Very well then, I will." said the 
Little Red Hen. 
So, she cut the wheat. 

“Now," said “Who will thresh the wheat? 

“Not I," said the duck. 
“Not I," said the cat. 
“Not I," said the dog. 
“Very well then, I will," said the Little Red Hen. 
So she threshed the wheat. 

When the wheat was threshed, she said, 
“Who will take the wheat in to the mill to
Have it ground into flour?" 
“Not I," said the duck. 
“Not I," said the cat. 
“Not I," said the dog. 
“Very well then, I will," said the Little Red Hen. 

And she baked a lovely loaf of bread. 
Then she said, 
“Who will eat the bread? 
“Oh! I will," said the duck. 
“Oh! I will," said the cat. 
“Oh! I will," said the dog. 
“Oh! No, you won’t!" said the Little Red Hen. 
“I will," 
And she called her chicks and
Shared the bread with them. 

And sometimes I wonder how true this story is, even in today’s context.