'The Little Red Hen'

I got given a copy of this story in hard copy today. I presume it was collected off the net somewhere - it's an update on the fable of the Little Red Hen, reflecting the values of modern New Zealand.

(If you don't know the original story, have a read of it here.)


Once upon a time, there was a Little Red Hen who uncovered some grains of wheat while scratching in the barnyard. She called to her neighbours and said, "If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?"

"Not I," said the Mouse. "That's not in my job description."

"I will," said the Pig. "But only on alternate Tuesday mornings. I suffer from Attention Deficit Disorder; I get a Sickness Benefit and WINZ has said that I do not have to work fulltime."

"Not I," said the Duck. "The Department of Conservation may designate this area as a wetland. Do you want to destroy the ecological balance of our barnyard?"

"Are those Geneticly Modified grains?" the Cat demanded to know. "I want no part of that."

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen; and she did.


In time, the wheat grew tall and ripened into luscious golden grain. "Who will help me harvest 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 benefit," said the Horse. "Besides, the mill hasn't been inspected by Occupational Safety and Health in years. Going in there could be hazardous to my health."

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen; and 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 Goose.

"I'd lose my working for families benefit," said the Duck.

"Baking bread will add to global warming," said the Goat. "You are destroying the earth!"

"If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the Rabbit.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.



The Little Red Hen baked five loaves and held them up for her neighbors to see.

They all wanted some; in fact, they demanded bread. The Little Red Hen offered to share a loaf of her bread if the others would help clean the kitchen.

"No fair!" yelled the Cow, stomping on the ground. "Excess profits! We will set the price for your bread, not you!"

"Capitalist leech!" cried the Duck. "That's price gouging!"

"I demand equal rights!" shouted the Goose.

The Pig grunted and exclaimed, "No justice, no peace!"

They hurriedly painted "unfair" picket signs and marched around, shouting obscenities; got coverage on Campbell Live and Newstalk ZB so they demanded immediate redress from the government.

So a government official came and said to the Little Red Hen, "You must not be greedy; you must be fair."

"But I earned the bread," said the Little Red Hen.

The government official said, "Under government regulations, the most productive workers must divide their product with others. You have way too much bread. We will investigate your wealth and means test your circumstances to determine how much bread you may keep."

And they did.

And so it came to pass; the Little Red Hen had done 100% of the work, but got to keep only 15% of the bread. Still, the government official pointed out; that was more than any other animal got to keep. Many thought she was way too greedy. The New Zealand Herald printed several editorials pointing this out. Her neighbours would snear at the Little Red Hen as she scratched in the barnyard.

And they all lived... but not exactly happily ever after. The Little Red Hen's neighbors wondered why she never baked any more bread.