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By Margaret Atwood
INTRODUCTION
Everyone wants in on it. Everyone! Not just the cat, the pig and the dog. The horse too, the cow,
the rhinoceros, the orang-outang, the horn-toad, the wombat, the duckbilled platypus, you name
it. There's no peace any more and all because of that goddamn loaf of bread. It's not easy, being
a hen. The Little Red Hen Tells All by Margaret Atwood
You know my story. Probably you had it told to you as a shining example of
how you yourself ought to behave. Sobriety and elbow-grease. Do it yourself. Then
invest your capital. Then collect. I'm supposed to be an illustration of that? Don't
make me laugh.
I found the grain of wheat, true. So what? There are lots of grains of wheat
lying around. Keep your eyes to the grindstone and you could find a grain of wheat,
too. I saw one and picked it up. Nothing wrong with that. Finders keepers. A grain
Who will help me plant this grain of wheat? I said. Who? Who? I felt like a
god-damn owl.
Not me, not me, they replied. Then I'll do it myself, I said. Nobody was
Don't think it didn't hurt, all that rejection. Brooding in my nest of straw, I
cried little red hen tears. Tears of chicken blood. You know what that looks like,
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So, what were my options? I could have eaten that grain of wheat right
away. Done myself a nutritional favour. But instead I planted it. Watered it. Stood
watered those. So I ground them into flour. So I finally got enough for a loaf of
bread. So I baked it. You've seen the pictures, me in my little red hen apron,
holding the loaf with its plume of aroma in between the tips of my wings, smiling
away. I smile in all the pictures, as much as you can smile, with a beak. Whenever
Who will help me eat this loaf of bread? I said. I will, said the cat, the dog
and the pig. I will, said the antelope. I will, said the yak. I will, said the five-lined
skink. I will, said the pubic louse. They meant it, too. They held out their paws,
hooves, tongues, claws, mandibles, prehensile tails. They drooled at me with their
eyes. They whined. They shoved petitions through my mail slot. They became
threatened suicide. They said it was my fault, for having a loaf of bread when they
had none. Every single one of them, it seemed, needed that goddamn loaf of bread
So then what? I know what the story says, what I'm supposed to have said:
I'll eat it myself, so kiss off. Don't believe a word of it. As I've pointed out, I'm a
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Here, I said. I apologize for having the idea in the first place. I apologize
for luck. I apologize for self-denial. I apologize for being a good cook. I apologize
for that crack about roosters. I apologize for smiling, in my smug hen apron, with
my smug hen beak. I apologize for being a hen. Have some more. Have mine.
SOURCE INFORMATION
Author: Margaret Atwood
Book: Good Bones & Simple Murders
ISBN: 0771034636
Publisher: New Canadian Library
Date(Month/Year): Oct 1997
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