Somersaulter-Moats and Somersaulter Collection

The Little Red Hen Print #1

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The Little Red Hen The Little Red Hen Not so very long ago, on a sunny farm, there lived some animals.

One fine day, a little red hen found a few grains of wheat.

Oh, some seeds! Who will plant this wheat? asked the little red hen.

Quack, quack, not I, said the duck.

Meow, not I, said the cat.

Oink, oink, not I, said the pig.

Then cluck, cluck, cluck, I'll do it myself, said the little red hen.

And she did.

Book, book, where's the book? Book, book.

How to plant wheat.

Oh, I see.

I can do that.

All by herself, she tilled the ground and buried the seeds.

Soon the wheat began to grow until little green seedlings popped out of the ground.

The little red hen was very excited.

Book, book, book, book, book.

Who will look after the wheat while it grows? asked the little red hen.

Quack, quack, not I, said the duck.

Meow, not I, said the cat.

Oink, oink, not I, said the pig.

Oink, oink, not I, said the goose.

Then cluck, cluck, cluck, I'll do it myself, said the little red hen.

And she did.

Book, book, now where's that book? Book, book, book, book.

Let's see.

Oh, how to tend a garden.

Hmm, tend.

Oh, how to take care of a garden.

Oh, I can do that.

All by herself, she weeded and tended and watered the plants.

The rain fell and the sun shone all summer long until the wheat was tall and strong.

And when it turned from green to gold, the little red hen knew that it was ripe and ready to harvest.

Who will reap this wheat? asked the little red hen.

Quack, quack, not I, said the duck.

Meow, not I, said the cat.

Oink, oink, not I, said the pig.

Oink, oink, not I, said the goose.

Gobble, gobble, not I, said the turkey.

Then cluck, cluck, cluck, I'll do it myself, said the little red hen.

And she did.

Book, book, book, book, book, book, book.

Oh, I love to read a book.

Oh, book, book, book.

How to reap wheat.

Oh, I can cut it down.

All by herself, she cut down the wheat and gathered it together.

After the wheat was harvested, it was time to separate the grain from the chaff.

Who will thresh this wheat? asked the little red hen.

Quack, quack, not I, said the duck.

Meow, not I, said the cat.

Oink, oink, not I, said the pig.

Oink, oink, not I, said the goose.

Gobble, gobble, not I, said the turkey.

Bark, bark, not I, said the dog.

Then cluck, cluck, cluck, I'll do it myself, said the little red hen.

And she did.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Book, book, book, book, book, book.

How to thresh wheat.

Oh, you just beat it up.

I'll just whack it a smothering.

All by herself, she beat the husks of wheat until the grain was separated from the chaff.

Then it was time to grind the wheat into flour.

Who will take this wheat to the mill? asked the little red hen.

Quack, quack, not I, said the duck.

Meow, not I, said the cat.

Oink, oink, not I, said the pig.

Oink, oink, not I, said the goose.

Gobble, gobble, not I, said the turkey.

Bark, bark, not I, said the dog.

Baa, not I, said the sheep.

Then cluck, cluck, cluck, I'll do it myself, said the little red hen.

And she did.

What's this? Oh, oh, oh, how to get to the mill.

Map to the mill.

Over the bridge and turn left at the corner.

I can get there from here.

All by herself, she carried the wheat to the mill.

When the grains of wheat had been crushed into flour, the little red hen returned to her little red hen house.

Now it was time to make the flour into bread.

Who will help me make this bread? asked the little red hen.

Quack, quack, not I, said the duck.

Meow, not I, said the cat.

Oink, oink, not I, said the pig.

Oink, oink, not I, said the goose.

Gobble, gobble, not I, said the turkey.

Bark, bark, not I, said the dog.

Baa, not I, said the sheep.

Moo, not I, said the cow.

Then cluck, cluck, cluck, I'll do it myself, said the little red hen, and she did.

Baa, baa, baa, baa, the old cookbook.

How to make and bake bread.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

All by herself, she mixed everything together and kneaded the dough and waited for the dough to rise.

Then finally, she slid the pan into the hot oven.

Now it was time to watch the bread to be sure that it did not burn.

Oh, we'll watch over the bread while it bakes, asked the little red hen.

Quack, quack, not I, said the duck.

Meow, not I, said the cat.

Oink, oink, not I, said the pig.

Oink, oink, not I, said the goose.

Gobble, gobble, not I, said the turkey.

Bark, bark, not I, said the dog.

Baa, not I, said the sheep.

Moo, not I, said the cow.

Mee, not I, said the horse.

Then cluck, cluck, cluck, I'll do it myself, said the little red hen, and she did.

She waited and watched and sniffed the air as the wonderful smell of freshly baked homemade bread waffed it out of the kitchen and all around the farmyard.

Oink, oink, you know, there really is nothing quite so delicious as hot homemade bread fresh from the oven.

All by herself, she pulled the bread, hot and steaming, from the oven and carried it outdoors to cool.

Bok, bok, bok, bok, bok, I don't need a book to teach me how to eat.

Now it was time to eat the bread.

Who will eat the bread? asked the little red hen.

Quack, quack, I will, said the duck.

Meow, I will, said the cat.

Oink, oink, I will, said the pig.

Honk, honk, I will, said the goose.

Bumble, bumble, I will, said the turkey.

Bark, bark, I will, said the dog.

Baa, I will, said the sheep.

Mee, I will, said the cow.

Hehehehehehe, I will, said the horse.

Oh no you won't.

I found the wheat.

I planted it, I weeded and tended and watered it.

I watched it grow in the sun and rain.

I reaped the wheat, I threshed it, I took it to the mill to be ground to flour.

I mixed everything together.

I kneaded the dough and waited for it to rise.

I baked the bread and I watched over it to make sure that it did not burn.

And so, cluck, cluck, cluck, I will eat the bread.

And she did all by herself.

Oh boy, this is sure delicious.

Yummy.

Baa, you know, actually I understand that this was the most delicious bread ever prepared at the farm.

It was so good, warm and oh so flavorful.

My goodness, that bread was tasty, absolutely scrumptious.

And the little red hen enjoyed piece after piece after piece after piece after piece.

Boink boink, after piece.

Identifier
F.2016-01-0062
Date Of Production
1991
Abstract
A little red hen wants to bake some bread, and invites the other farm animals to help her. They refuse, invariably — their animated animal sounds transforming into the animals themselves at each step along the way. When it comes time to eat the bread, however, the other animals are more than happy to help. Alas, the hen reminds them that she is the one who did all the work. This tale about reaping what you sow is particularly notable for the way it links the audible animal noises to their written iterations ("Oink oink") to the animated animals themselves.
Run Time
0:09:35
Format
16mm
Extent
350 feet
Color
Color
Sound
Optical
Reel/Tape Number
1/1
Has Been Digitized?
Yes
Language Of Materials
English
Element
Print
Genre
Children's
Form
Animations
Subject
Fairy tales
Children's Films
Folk tales
Related Collections
Somersaulter-Moats and Somersaulter Collection

Distributor
Pajon Arts

Main Credits
Somersaulter Moats, Lillian (is director)
Somersaulter, JP (is director)
Somersaulter Moats, Lillian (is producer)
Somersaulter, JP (is producer)
Somersaulter-Moats and Somersaulter (is production company)
Pajon Arts (is production company)

 
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