THE LITTLE RED HEN OR LITTLE RED HEN.🐔
Hello friends of this nice community, I am Lelys. It gives me great pleasure to post from here for all #hive. I come very encouraged to participate in the contest at the invitation of my friend @kattycrochet to whom I am very grateful because I have allowed me to remember a moment of my childhood life that I enjoyed and lived with pleasure: reading stories. If after reading my publication you feel like writing, here are the rules of the contest.
Just a few days ago I was knitting a chick and while I was doing it I remembered many events that happened to me in the past, among them that beautiful story that my mother repeated and repeated to us constantly. I'm sure you know it. The little red hen. It is a beautiful children's story written by Byron Barton. He is a writer and also an illustrator of children's stories.
As we grew up my mother taught us to do different chores at home, both the females and my brother, she instilled in us the value of collaboration and cooperation in housework. She always told us that the family was a whole, not only for the enjoyment and use of resources but also for the acquisition and elaboration of these resources that each one of us consumed.
To make it more harmonious and less invasive, my mother never tired of repeating to us, without reading, the story of the little red hen. Briefly, it is the story of a very industrious hen. She sowed a field of wheat thinking of the family's welfare (my mother told us it was corn). When the wheat was ready to be harvested, the hen invited each of the farm animals (my mother told us it was the chicks) to pick it up and select it and nobody went. Once selected, the hen called them all to help her clean the wheat, no one wanted to do it. Then she invited them to grind it, to prepare the bread, but none of the animals came to help her. When the bread was ready, the little red hen called them all again, surprise! They all came to get their piece of bread. It was just at that moment that the little hen reacted and refused to let them eat. She retired to eat with her children, the chicks, the bread she had worked so hard to make.
My mother told us that the little red hen gladly sat down to eat the bread in front of her children. So that they would learn the lesson. And she repeated to us again: we must earn our daily bread, help with the chores and share with the family.
Since my childhood, the story of The little red hen. has been the best children's story to reflect on values, effort and family unity. My mother used to tell us that wherever we went we had to collaborate to earn a plate of food. That is why today I select for this CONTEST the story of the little red hen as my favorite childhood story.
Thank you very much for reading and giving me the opportunity to write for you. Greetings from my beautiful Venezuela. 🙋 I invite @agathalara and @ginethchira2301 to participate.
