The Little Red Hen (known heretoafter simply as LRH, but not to be confused with Lucky Red Hen whose presence is sorely missed in these parts) decided she was tired of worn and dirty carpet and ill-painted walls and she needed to update her look. So she ordered some new flooring and chose some new paint and jumped into the project with both feet.
Who will help me put things away? LRH asked.
Not I, said each of her four chickadees all at the same time.
Then I will, said the LRH. And so she did.
Who will help me move the furniture? asked LRH.
Not I, came the unified reply.
And so it went. No one wanted to do the boring stuff so LRH was left to do it all herself. OK, well a lot of it anyway.
Who will prep the room(s) because even I dont want to do that? said LRH, but in spite of her bad habits of usually skipping that part she resigned herself to do this job the right way.
Now who will help me paint the walls? whispered LRH a bit sarcastically.
I will! I will! I want to! Me! Me! Me! they all cried.
Fat chance of that, said LRH and she savored every minute of changing the look of her home as if from night to day. Well more like day to night because she chose carpet the color of dirt and was going with darker paint, too.
(disclaimer: Eventually LRHs little chicks might reluctantly give in a help a little, but no where nearly enough to merit the reward of helping paint. But by then LRHs hard heart might have softened and she might let them help anyway. At least a little.)
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