In the spring, Little Red Hen was busy.
She was planning for the winter.
She decided to plant some wheat.
"Cluck, cluck. Who will help me plant this wheat?" she asked.
"Baa, baa. Not I. I have to rest," said the goat.
"Oink, oink. Not I. I must take a nap," said the pig.
"Okay, I will plant the wheat by myself," said Little Red Hen.
When the summer came, the wheat began to grow.
The weeds grew too.
"Cluck, cluck. Who will help me pluck the weeds?" asked Little Red Hen.
"Baa, baa. Not I. It is too hot outside," said the goat.
"Oink, oink. Not I. I have to cool off in the mud," said the pig.
"Okay, I will weed the wheat all by myself," said Little Red Hen.
When the fall came, the wheat was ripe.
"Cluck, cluck. Who will help me harvest the wheat?" she asked.
"Baa, baa. Not I. I am going to a party," said the goat.
"Oink, oink. Not I. I am eating lunch," said the pig.
"Okay, I will harvest the wheat all by myself," said Little Red Hen.
She harvested the wheat.
Then she took it to the mill and ground it into flour.
In the winter, there was very little to eat.
But Little Red Hen had flour to make bread.
"Cluck, cluck. Who will help me bake the bread?" she asked.
"Baa, baa. Not I. I am too tired," said the goat.
"Oink, oink. Not I. I want to sleep some more," said the pig.
"Okay, I will bake the bread by myself," she said.
When the bread was done, Little Red Hen opened the oven.
The bread smelled delicious!
"Cluck, cluck! Who wants my bread now?" she asked.
"Baa, baa! Me, me! It smells really good!" said the goat.
"Oink, oink! Me too! It looks delicious!" said the pig.
"No, you won't.
Whenever I needed help, you did not help me.
I will eat it all by myself," answered Little Red Hen.
So the goat and the pig stayed hungry.
Little Red Hen ate the whole loaf of bread all by herself.