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Original Post Date: 2003-12-02 Posted By: Jan
From the News Archives of: WWW.AfricanCrisis.Org
Date & Time Posted: 12/2/2003 10:41:43 AM
Parable of The Little Red Hen
[Note. I received this from a friend in the USA. On reading it, I remembered that this is based on a story I remember from my childhood. This story could be set in anywhere in the world, especially here in Africa. But sadly, it is being played out in too many countries.
It used to be called communism – but now, many others use the same ploy. Either way, it kills human initiative and stifles all progress. Jan]
Once upon a time, on a farm in TEXAS, there was a little red hen who
scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered quite a few grains of wheat.
She called all of her neighbors together and said, “If we plant this
wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?”
“Not I,” said the cow.
“Not I,” said the duck.
“Not I,” said the pig.
“Not I,” said the goose.
“Then I will do it by myself,” said the little red hen.
And so she did; The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden grain.
“Who will help me reap 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 compensation,” said the goose.
“Then I will do it by myself,” said the little red hen, and so 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 cow.
“I’d lose my welfare benefits,” said the duck.
“I’m a dropout and never learned how,” said the pig.
“If I’m to be the only helper, that’s discrimination,” said the goose.
“Then I will do it by myself,” said the little red hen.
She baked five loaves and held them up for her neighbors to see.
They wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, “No, I shall eat all five loaves.”
“Excess profits!” cried the cow.
“Capitalist leech!” screamed the duck.
“I demand equal rights!” yelled the goose.
The pig just grunted in disdain.
And they all painted “Unfair!” picket signs and marched around and
around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.
Then a government agent came, he said to the little red hen, “You must not be so greedy.”
“But I earned the bread,” said the little red hen.
“Exactly,” said the agent. “That is what makes our free enterprise
system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as
he wants. But under our modern government regulations, the productive workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy and idle.”
And they all lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who
smiled and clucked, “I am grateful, for now I truly understand.”
But her neighbors became quite disappointed in her… She never again baked bread because she joined the “party” and got her bread free. And all the people smiled. ‘Fairness’ had been established. Individual initiative had died but nobody noticed; perhaps no one cared, as long as there was free bread.