Lately, Sam has been having me read her "The Little Red Hen". You know, the one where the hen finds a grain of wheat, nobody will help her plant it, harvest it, make it into flour, or make bread out of it, but they *all* want to help eat it. And she tells them "no", and eats it herself. This story has always bugged me, that just isn't the way I
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