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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.