Thursday, October 20, 2011

When Animals Occupy

by philmon

Once upon a time there was a little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered some grains of wheat. She called her neighbors 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,” said the little red hen. And she did. The wheat grew 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,” said the little red hen, and she did.

At last the time came to bake the bread. “Who will help me bake 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,” said the little red hen.

She baked five loaves and held them up for the neighbors to see.

They all wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, “No, I can eat the five loaves myself.”

“Excess profits,” cried the cow.

“Capitalist leech,” screamed the duck.

“I demand equal rights,” yelled the goose.

And the pig just grunted.

And they painted “unfair” picket signs and marched round and around the little red hen shouting obscenities.

When the government agent came, he said to the little red hen, “You must not be greedy.”

“But I earned the bread,” said the little red hen.

“Exactly,” said the agent. “That’s the wonderful free enterprise system. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern government regulations productive workers must divide their products with the idle.”

And they lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, “I am grateful, I am grateful.” But her neighbors wondered why she never again baked any more bread.

Read the article here

H/T to iowntheworld

In case you missed it...

I posted THIS yesterday and it includes one animal story that has hit the national scene.

ZANESVILLE, Ohio - Law enforcement officers shot and killed nearly 50 wild animals - including tigers, lions, bears, and wolves - released Tuesday evening by the owner of a private animal park who then committed suicide.

The man responsible for releasing the animals and then committing suicide will be portrayed as a right wing, gun toting extremist by the Leftist media.

While the claims of firearms violations and the tragedy involved in the  death of these poor animals are indisputable, I will only say that while Terry Thompson's actions were reprehensible, he was totally within his rights when it came to his current legal gun ownership. And while a review of current law concerning the purchase and ownership of exotic animals may be called for, he was also in compliance with the existing law in that matter as well.


Woodsterman (Odie) said...

The smell of bread isn't noticed because of the smell of the unwashed.

Scott said...

It must be smelling like the Monarchs of old in NYC. They despised washing in "unclean" they covered it up with perfume...A fish by any other name still smells like a fish.