Nursery Tales 211
have it ground?” says the little red hen.
“I won’t,” says the dog.
“I won’t,” says the cat.
“I won’t,” says the goose,
“I won’t,” says the turkey.
“I will, then,” says the little red hen. So she took the wheat to mill, and by and by she came back with the flour.
“Who will bake this flour?” says the little red hen.
“I won’t,” says the dog.
“I won’t,” says the cat,
“I won’t,” says the goose.
“I won’t,” says the turkey.
“I will, then,” says the little red hen. So she baked the flour, and made a loaf of bread.
“Who will eat this bread?” said the little red hen.
“I will,” says the dog.
“I will,” says the cat.
“I will,” says the goose.
“I will,” says the turkey.
“I will,” says the little red hen, and she ate the loaf of bread all up.
