"
"What shall it be, my children?
Aladdin and his Lamp?
Or shall I tell the story
Of Puss in Boots--the scamp?
Or would you like to hear the tale
Of Blue Beard, fierce and grim?
Or Jack who climbed the great beanstalk?--
I think you're fond of him.
"Or shall I tell you, children,
About Red Riding Hood?
Or what befell those little Babes
Who wandered in the Wood?
Or how sweet Cinderella went
So gaily to the ball?"
"Yes, yes!" we cried, and clapped our hands;
"_We want to hear them all_!"
* * * * *
LITTLE RED HEN
Little Red Hen found a grain of wheat.
"Who will plant this?" she asked.
"Not I," said the cat.
"Not I," said the goose.
"Not I," said the rat.
"Then I will," said Little Red Hen.
So she buried the wheat in the ground. After a while it grew up yellow
and ripe.
"The wheat is ripe now," said Little Red Hen. "Who will cut and thresh
it?"
"Not I," said the cat.
"Not I," said the goose.
"Not I," said the rat.
"Then I will," said Little Red Hen.
So she cut it with her bill and threshed it with her wings. Then she
asked, "Who will take this wheat to the mill?"
"Not I," said the cat.
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