Aww, a simple fable about greed, corrupted by political ideology...
Two can play that game.
Once upon a time, there was a little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered some grains of wheat.
"Oi! That's my pasture!" said the cow.
"That's funny, I didn't see you eating it. It was lying there in that unused heap. It's called homesteading, baby."
The hen then called out to all her neighbours and said, "If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?"
"Over my dead body," said the cow.
"Yeah, you took it from the cow," said the duck and the goose in unison.
"I'm with them," said the pig.
"Then I will," said the little red hen, and she did.
The wheat grew tall and ripened into golden grain. "Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.
"Oi! That's my and Goose's field you used for your bread-making enterprise," said the duck.
Actually, the cow normally used most of the field for pasture, but she gladly shared with the duck and the goose. (The dust-bath and the shallow pond were the birds' two favourite areas, and the cow only went to the pond on Fridays.) Now that the grain was all gone, the cow getting pretty hungry.
"Hey, little hen. You took my grain, and you harvested my field. Could you at least give me that leftover hay?
To which the hen replied, "all I can hear is 'mine, mine, mine...' but when it comes to helping actually build something, you won't lift a hoof, so no!"
Again, the duck and the goose sided with the cow.
"I'm staying out of this," murmured the pig.
"Well, if nobody wants to help, then I'll do it myself," said the little red hen, and she did.
At last it came time to bake the bread. "Who will help me bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.
Suddenly, with an almighty thud, the starving cow collapsed and died. Tragically, the duck and the goose were standing too close and were crushed by the falling carcass.
"Tell you what," said the pig. "If you help me get these two birds out from under the cow, I'll help you with the baking."
"That's more like it!" said the hen. So she pecked open the cow with her sharp beak, allowing the pig to pull the duck and the goose out from underneath.
"Thanks," said the pig. "I was getting pretty hungry."
"Now what? You were supposed to help me with the baking." said the hen.
"Of course! Let me just get some matches from the farmer, but I'll need to promise him a share of the bread."
"Just one share?"
"Yeah."
"OK. Promise him, then."
Soon, the pig returned with the matches and they baked the bread over the cow's burning embers.
"Mmmm, smells good!" said the pig.
"Keep sniffing, 'cause that's all you're getting," said the hen.
"Wait, what?!" Exclaimed the pig.
"You promised the farmer some bread, but who promised you?" asked the hen with a genuine look of concern.
"You're making a big mistake -- "
Suddenly, two loud shots crackled across the field, and both animals fell to the ground.
The farmer doused the cow with a fire hydrant, and desperately sprayed water over the hay that was strewn all over the ground.
The End.