They came grumbling down
to the kitchen, where the good
little Red Hen, looking as bright
as a sunbeam, was bustling about.
“Who’ll get some sticks to
light the fire with?” she asked.
“I shan’t,” said the Cock.
“I shan’t,” said the Mouse.
“Then I’ll do it myself,” said
the little Red Hen.
So off she ran to get the sticks.
“And now, who’ll fill
the kettle from the
spring?” she asked.
| “I shan’t,” said the Cock. |
| “I shan’t,” said the Mouse. |