Renee's Garden, Adapted from The Little Red Hen

One day as Renee was scratching in a field, she found a grain of wheat.
"This wheat should be planted," she said. "Who will plant this grain of wheat?"
"Not I," said Krissy.
"Not I," said Katy.
"Not I," said Doug.
"Then I will," said Renee. And she did.
Soon the wheat grew to be tall and yellow.
"The wheat is ripe," said Renee. "Who will cut the wheat?"
"Not I," said Krissy.
"Not I," said Katy.
"Not I," said Doug.
"Then I will," said Renee. And she did.
When the wheat was cut, Renee said, "Who will thresh the wheat?"
"Not I," said Krissy.
"Not I," said Katy.
"Not I," said Doug.
"Then I will," said Renee. And she did.
When the wheat was threshed, Renee said, "Who will take this wheat to the mill?"
"Not I," said Krissy.
"Not I," said Katy.
"Not I," said Doug.
"Then I will," said Renee. And she did.
She took the wheat to the mill and had it ground into flour. Then she said, "Who will make this flour into bread?"
"Not I," said Krissy.
"Not I," said Katy.
"Not I," said Doug.
"Then I will," said Renee. And she did.
She made and baked the bread. Then she said, "Who will eat this bread?"
"Oh! I will," said Krissy.
"And I will," said Katy.
"And I will," said Doug.
"No, No!" said Renee. "I will do that." And she did.

My Day of Sickness

I thought you might like to see how sick I really am when I take a sick day. I cook, clean, shovel snow and do laundry. I am a man in constant motion. By the way, Krissy...aka the beast, took all of these pictures back in 2005. I feel much better now as you might have guessed. I take vitamins now and don't get the flu or pneumonia like I used to.