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Sadly the cat, the dog, and the mouse watched the little red hen

eat that cake down to the very last crumb.

And you may very well believe me when I tell you that forever and afterward,

when there was work to be done, the little red hen had three eager helpers.

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"Who will eat the cake?" asked the little red hen.

"I will!" cried the cat.
"I will!" cried the dog.
"I will!" cried the mouse.

But the little red hen said, "All by myself I planted the wheat, I tended the wheat,

I cut the wheat, I took the wheat to the mill to be ground into flour.

All by myself I gathered the sticks, I built the fire, I mixed the cake.

And all by myself I am going to eat it!" And she did.

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She gathered sticks and made a fire in the stove.

Then she took milk and sugar and eggs and butter

and mixed them in a big bowl with the fine white flour.

When the oven was hot she poured the cake batter

into a shining pan and put it in the oven.

Soon a delicious smell of baking cake filled the pretty little house.

The cat got off the soft couch and strolled into the kitchen.

The dog arose from the sunny porch and trotted into the kitchen.

The mouse jumped from his warm chair and scampered into the kitchen.

The little red hen was just taking a big, beautiful, brown cake out of the oven.

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In a short while the little red hen returned from the mill carrying a neat,

small bag of fine white flour.

"Who will make a cake from this fine white flour?" asked the little red hen.

"Not I," said the cat.
"Not I," said the dog.
"Not I," said the mouse.

"Then I will," said the little red hen. And she did.

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"Now, who will take the wheat to the mill to be ground into flour?"

asked the little red hen.

"Not I," said the cat.
"Not I," said the dog.
"Not I," said the mouse.

"Then I will," said the little red hen. And she did.

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Each morning the little red hen watered the wheat and pulled the weeds,

and soon the green blades of wheat pushed through the ground and began to grow tall.

When the wheat was yellow and ripe, the little red hen asked.

"Who will cut the wheat?"

"Not I," said the cat.
"Not I," said the dog.
"Not I," said the mouse.

"Then I will," said the little red hen. And she did.

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She cooked the meals and washed the dishes and made the beds.

She swept the floor and washed the windows and mended the clothes.

She raked the leaves and mowed the grass and hoed the garden.

One day when she was hoeing the garden she found some grains of wheat.

"Who will plant this wheat?" cried the little hen.

"Not I," said the cat.
"Not I," said the dog.
"Not I," said the mouse.

"Then I will," said the little red hen. And she did.

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Once upon a time a cat and a dog and a mouse and a little red hen

all lived together in a pretty little house.

The cat liked to sleep all day on the soft couch.

The dog liked to lie all day on the sunny back porch.

And the mouse liked to doze all day in the warm chair by the fireside.

So the little red hen had to do all the housework.

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The Dingoes That Park Their Brains with their Gum is an oil on canvas art by Jean-Michel Basquiat, 1988.


The painting portrays three droll characters. Dingoes are known as Australian wild scavenger dogs.

During this time, people were killing dingoes by preventing them from entering the fertile land using a fence and other methods.

For instance, the fence covered shore to shore. Hence, no way the dingoes would access the land for feeding.

According to the artwork, he was pleased by the dilemma the dingoes had to cultural refusal, separation, and conquest to the interest of superior economic.

Jean Michel Basquiat concentrated more on classism, racism, colonialism themes and other customs of the USA society in all his paintings.