Away went the North Wind down the hill to meet the man.

your coat! I am North Wind,

"How

and I am very strong."

"How cold it is!" said the man.

strong the wind is! I must hold my coat, or it will blow away."

The man fastened his coat close around his neck. North Wind blew and blew, but he could not make the man take off his coat.

"Now let me try," said the Sun.

He turned his warm, kind face to the man and said, "Please take off your coat! Please take off your coat!

"How warm it is!" said the man. "What a day! What a day! First it is cold, and then it is warm. I must take off this long coat and walk slowly."

Which was the stronger, the North Wind or

The north wind doth blow,

And we shall have snow;

And what will the robin do then,

Poor thing?

He will sit in the barn

And keep himself warm,

And hide his head under his wing,

Poor thing!

Little Red Hen found some grains of wheat. "Who will plant this wheat?" she asked.

"Not I," said the dog.

"Not I," said the cat.

"Not I," said the mouse.

"Not I," said the rat.

"Then I will plant the wheat," said Little Red Hen.

She scratched the ground with her long, sharp claws and planted the grains of wheat.

The wheat grew and grew. Soon it was yellow and ready to cut.

"Who will cut this wheat?" asked Little Red Hen.

"Not I," said the mouse.

"Not I," said the cat.

"Not I," said the dog.

"I will, then," said Little Red Hen. She cut the wheat with her sharp little bill, and soon it was ready to thresh.

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stones

"Who will thresh this wheat?" asked Little Red Hen.

cat.

"Not I," "Not I," said the dog and the rat. "Not I," "Not I," said the mouse and the

"Then I will thresh the wheat," said she.

She fanned the wheat with her little red wings, and soon it was threshed and ready to grind.

cat.

"Who will grind this wheat?" asked she.

"Not I," "Not I," said the dog and the rat. "Not I," "Not I," said the mouse and the

"I will, then," said Little Red Hen.

She ground the wheat between two hard stones, and soon it was ready to bake.

"Who will bake the bread?" asked Little Red Hen.

"Not I," said the dog and the cat.

"Not I," said the mouse and the rat.

"Oh, I will, then," said Little Red Hen. And she baked a loaf of bread.

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"Now, who will eat this bread?" asked Little Red Hen.