THE LITTLE RED HEN ONCE UPON A TIME

     Once upon a time, on a farm in Arkansas, there was a little red hen
 who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered quite a few grains
 of wheat.
     She called all of her neighbors together and said, "If we plant this
 wheat, we shall have bread to eat.  Who will help me plant it?"
     "Not I," said the cow.
     "Not I," said the duck.
     "Not I," said the pig.
     "Not I," said the goose.
     "Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen.  And so she
 did; The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden grain.
     "Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.
     "Not I," said the duck.
     "Out of my classification," said the pig.
     "I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.
     "I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose.
     "Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen, and so she
 did.
     At last it came time to bake the bread.  "Who will help me bake the
 bread?" asked the little red hen.
     "That would be overtime for me," said the cow.
     "I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck.
     "I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig.
     "If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the goose.
     "Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen.
      She baked five loaves and held them up for all of her neighbors to
 see.  They wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share.
     But the little red hen said, "No, I shall eat all five loaves."
     "Excess profits!" cried the cow.
     "Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck.
     "I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose.
      The pig just grunted in disdain.
     And they all painted "Unfair!" picket signs and marched around and
 around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.
     When the government agent came, he said to the little red hen, "You
 must not be so greedy."
     "But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
     "Exactly," said the agent.  "That is what makes our free enterprise
 system so wonderful.  Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he
 wants.  But under our modern government regulations, the productive
 workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy and
 idle."
     And they all lived happily ever after, including the little red hen,
 who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, for now I truly understand."
      But her neighbors became quite disappointed in her, for she never
 again baked any more bread.
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Moral of the story:
How does little red hen throw off this tyranny?
Not so much by dropping out of the system individually
and lowering her standard of living even more, but by
maximizing her earnings even if taxes are taken out
and establishing a support system of her own with other
like minded little red hens to eventually be strong
enough to throw off this tyranny.... peacefully.
--- gene karl