A Chicken’s Work Is Never Done (Little Red Hen’s Christmas Tale)

Little Red Hen taking care of Christmas business.

Once upon a time,  Little Red Hen lived in a cozy little coop with her happy little family.  It was Christmas time and Little Red Hen thought some decorations would add to their holiday joy.

“Who will help me set up the tree?” she asked.

“Not I”, said the rooster. 

“Not I”, said the first chickee.

“Not I”, said the second chickee.

“Then I will do it myself,” said Little Red Hen.  And so she did. 

Amidst a considerable amount of swearing.  Little Red Hen developed “tree burns” on her wings from fluffing the scratchy branches and wrestling with the 9-foot tall, artificial tree.

“Who will help me put all the lights on the tree?” she asked.

“Not I”, said the rooster.

“Not I”, said the first chickee.

“Not I”, said the second chickee.

“Then I will do it myself”, said Little Red Hen.  And so she did. 

With nobody to hand the strings of lights to, she was up and down the ladder at least 26 times.  Half of 2 of the strands on the bottom went out as soon as they were all plugged together.

“Who will help me put all the ornaments on the tree?” she asked.

“Not I” said the rooster.

“Not I”, said the first chickee.

“Not I”, said the second chickee.

“If you think I’m doing any more decorating without any help from you selfish, lazy slobs” said Little Red Hen, “you’re crazy!”  She burst into tears and took off for the mall with a squeal of tires.

And the half finished tree, and 3 big boxes full of ornaments, still sit in the middle of the living room floor to this very day.

The End.

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17 Responses to A Chicken’s Work Is Never Done (Little Red Hen’s Christmas Tale)

  1. Yep, been there and done that

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  2. bigsheepcommunications says:

    I think I just saw her flying through Nordstroms!

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  3. I hope that the little Red Hen didn’t worry about buying gifts for the rooster and the two chickees on that shopping spree.

    Put the rest of the ornaments away; turn on the Kenny G Christmas album; make yourself a cup of cocoa; and sit with a kitty on your lap.

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  4. I’m sure “little Red Hen” feels very unappreciated…. work, work, work to get that holiday cheer going… yet no help… how disappointing! Hope “little Red Hen” spent a load of money on herself while she was shopping!!!! ;o)

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  5. John Hunsinger says:

    I’m very intuitive. I think (and I might be wrong) but…. I am sensing some hostility. You don’t know the combo to the gun safe. Do you??
    Signed
    Your favorite and best brother-in-law.

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    • pegoleg says:

      This story does not reflect my personal living room situation in any way, shape or form.

      I got disgusted and took the boxes back down the basement a week ago.

      ps Do YOU happen to know that combination bro?

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  6. The "rooster" says:

    Some people like to control the who, what, where, why and when. Personally, I prefer 2′ – 3′ pre-lit artificial, table top Christmas trees. I do not like “italian lights;” I prefer the big ones. I do not get excited singing along to Eartha Kitt’s “Santa Baby,” &c. Weekend afternoons are specifically reserved for naps and football games. We go away for Christmas every year, so what’s the point? Besides, the cat pees on it whenever she gets the chance…

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  7. cheryll says:

    Happened upon your blog . . . . this one definitely made me laugh. Thanks for the smile.

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  8. carolyn says:

    Peg, you are so funny. It took me a minute to figure out rooster – can’t wait to see you, Rooster!

    I relate to this story – on many levels. However, this is a special time of year to feel unappreciated. Come on to my house, you can feel that way everyday!!!

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