The Little Red Hen 2.0

Who will help me dump out all the produce from the refrigerator onto the floor? asked the little red hen one sunny day.

"Not I," said the Mommy. 

Then I shall do it myself, said the little red hen.

Who will help me throw some puzzle pieces into the toilet, flush the toilet 9 times, and then unspool the toilet paper just for hoots?

"Not I," said the Mommy.

Then I shall do it myself, clucked the little red hen.

Who will help me toss all of my macaroni, and then when I get down from my high chair, who will help me pick it all up and eat it to see if it tastes better off of the floor?

"Not I," said the Mommy.

Then I shall do it myself, replied the hen.

Who will help me take all of my diapers out of the diaper stacker, carefully inspect each one, and then incidentally, NOT put them back, but rather sprinkle them all over the bedroom?

"Not I," said the Mommy.

Then I shall do it myself, huffed the LRH.

Who will help me take all of the rocks from the rock bed and throw them onto the grass?

"Ain't nobody got time for that," said the Mommy.

Then I shall chuck them myself, said the LRH.

Who will help me pick up all these messes, make dinner, wash the dishes, take a bath, read a story, put on my pajamas, and go to bed?

(Using her best reverse psychology) "I will!" said the Mommy.

Ohhhhh, no!! Not so fast, said the little red hen.

You did not help me clean out the produce drawers, test the toilet, discard the bad macaroni, reorganize the diapers, OR redecorate the back yard. 

So then I shall do it all myself, proclaimed the little red hen.

"Ah shucks," said the Mommy.  "So it is.  You win again, little red hen.  You win again."

And the little red hen got to work. 

And the Mommy got her glass of wine. 


The Moral of the Story: 
Let's ask ourselves, do we really even need one?