Revised Children's Story - the Little Red Hen

Herm sent me this the other day, and I thought it extremely appropriate in light of the monstrosity that Congressional Democrats and Obama have forced on us.
The Title of it is The Little Red Hen, but the subtitle could be The Death of Capitalism and the Birth of Socialism. I wish I could take credit for writing it, but I can't. I only tweaked it slightly.


"Who will help me plant wheat," said the Little Red Hen

"Not I", said the duck.
"Not I", said the cow.
"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.
"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.
"Not in my job description," said the pig.
"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 the farmer 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 farmer. "That is what makes our free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But we need a change. So under our new government regulations, the productive workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy and idle, so that they may have hope."


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. The Farmer and all his friends smiled. 'Fairness' had been established.

Individual initiative had died, but nobody noticed; perhaps no one cared...so long as there was free bread that someone else supplied.