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When the summer came, the wheat When the fall came, the wheat was ripe.
began to grow. The weeds grew too. "Cluck, cluck. Who will help me harvest
the wheat?" she asked.
"Cluck, cluck. Who will help me pluck
the weeds?" asked Little Red Hen. "Baa, baa. Not I. I am going to a party,"
said the goat.
"Baa, baa. Not I. It is too hot outside,"
said the goat. "Oink, oink. Not I. I am eating lunch,"
said the pig.
"Oink, oink. Not I. I have to cool off in
the mud," said the pig. "Okay, I will harvest the wheat all by
myself," said Little Red Hen.
"Okay, I will weed the wheat all by She harvested the wheat. Then she
myself," said Little Red Hen. took it to the mill and ground it into
flour.
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