The Little Red Hen

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The Little Red Hen

Once upon a time, on a farm in Texas, 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 drop out 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.

Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his

memoirs.

His wife 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 anything.

God Bless America!

[jayne109, RN]

:chuckle :rotfl: :kiss :roll

What a gut-wrenching story!

[leslie :-D]

is this political satire or just the plain, old cotton-pickin' truth.....

i so appreciated these ironies.

[nursebedlam]

Excellent :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: