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In the tale, the little red hen finds a grain of wheat and asks for help from the other farmyard animals...to plant it, but none of them volunteer. At each later stage (harvest, threshing, milling the wheat into flour, and baking the flour into bread), the hen again asks for help from the other animals, but again she gets no assistance. Finally, the hen has completed her task and asks who will help her eat the bread. This time, all the previous non-participants eagerly volunteer. She declines their help stating that no one aided her in the preparation work. Thus, the hen eats it with her chicks leaving none for anyone else. The moral of this story is that those who say no to contribution to a product do not deserve to enjoy the product: "if any would not work, neither should he eat." I find this story shockingly ugly. It occurs to me that it's the most conservative argument ever. (Ironically, one could also read it as the most Marxist argument ever, which is intriguing given its supposed Russian roots, but that's maybe for a future post.) It also strikes me as the mirror opposite of the Parable of the Prodigal Son (Luke 15:11–32): Then Jesus said, "There was a man who had two sons. The younger of them said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of the property that will belong to me.' So he divided his property between them. A few days later the younger son gathered all he had and traveled to a distant country, and there he squandered his property in dissolute living. When he had spent everything, a severe famine took place throughout that country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to one of the citizens of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed the pigs. He would gladly have filled himself with the pods that the pigs were eating; and no one gave him anything. But when he came to himself he said, 'How many of my father’s hired hands have bread enough and to spare, but here I am dying of hunger! I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son; treat me like one of your hired hands."' So he set off and went to his father. But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him. Then the son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.' But the father said to his slaves, 'Quickly, bring out a robe—the best one—and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. And get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; for this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found!' And they began to celebrate. "Now his elder son was in the field; and when he came and approached the house, he heard music and dancing. He called one of the slaves and asked what was going on. He replied, 'Your brother has come, and your father has killed the fatted calf, because he has got him back safe and sound.' Then he became angry and refused to go in. His father came out and began to plead with him. But he answered his father, 'Listen! For all these years I have been working like a slave for you, and I have never disobeyed your command; yet you have never given me even a young goat so that I might celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours came back, who has devoured your property with prostitutes, you killed the fatted calf for him!' Then the father said to him, 'Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours. But we had to celebrate and rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and has come to life; he was lost and has been found.'" Oh, how little we actually think about the lessons we teach our children. Don't get me started on the bourgeois propaganda that is Thomas the Tank Engine!
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Moj otac je imao dva sina. Ja kao mladji rekoh njemu: Oče, daj mi deo nasledstva koji mi pripada. Otac razdeli imanje. Nakon nekoliko dana pokupio sam sve, otputovao u daleku zemlju i onde potrošio sve sto sam imao, živeći razvratno. Kad sam sve potrošio, nasta ljuta glad u toj zemlji, i počeo sam oskudevati u svemu. Zaposlio sam se kod jednog bogatog privatnika, dosta poznatog u toj zemlji. On mi dade da čuvam njegove svinje. Od silne gladi, hteo sam da napunim stomak pomijama, ali nisam imao na to prava, i niko mi nije davao da jedem. Jednog sam dana došao pameti i rekao: Sluge mog oca imaju hleba napretek, a ja ovde ne mogu ni pomije da dobijem, i umirem od gladi! Ustaću i poći svom ocu i reći mu: Oče, sagreših protiv neba i pred tobom! Nisam više dostojan zvati se tvojim sinom. Primi me kao jednog od svojih slugu. Ustao sam i pošao svom ocu. Dok sam još bio daleko, ugledao me otac i ganuvši se potrča ka meni, zagrli me i izljubi. Rekoh mu: Oče, sagreših protiv neba i pred tobom! Nisam više dostojan nazvati se tvojim sinom. A moj otac reče slugama: Brzo iznesite najlepšu odeću i obucite ga! Stavite prsten na ruku i obuću na noge! Uzmite ugojeno tele i zakoljite, pa da se pogostimo i proveselimo, jer sin moj bejaše mrtav i ožive, izgubljen beše i nađe se! I stadoše se veseliti. Moj stariji brat je bio u polju. Kad se na povratku približio kući, začu svirku i igru, pa dozva jednog slugu da se raspita šta je to. A ovaj mu reče: Došao je tvoj brat pa otac tvoj zakla ugojeno tele, zato što je sina zdravog dočekao. A moj brat se rasrdi i ne htede ući. Otac je tada izašao stade ga nagovarati, a brat će njemu: Evo, toliko godina sam sa tobom i služim ti, i nikada nisam prekršio tvoja naređenja, a nikad mi nisi dao ni jareta da se sa prijateljima proveselim. A kada je došao ovaj tvoj sin, koji je sa kurvama i kriminalcima proždrao tvoje imanje, ti mu zakla ugojeno tele. Nato će njemu otac: Sinko, ti si uvek sa mnom i sve moje je tvoje. Nego trebamo se veseliti i radovati, jer ovaj tvoj brat beše mrtav i ožive, bio je izgubljen a sada nadjen!