Six months ago, people used to think I was crazy when I advised storing food for Y2K. Now when I warn them they just laugh and say "Well, we'll know who to come to if it gets bad!". Apparently they never heard this story when they were a child:

Once upon a time there was a Little Red Hen who wanted to prepare for hard times by setting aside some wheat. "Who will help me to find some wheat?" she asked.

"Not I," said the pig. "I don't know how." "Not I," said the cow. "I'm too tired." "Not I," said the fox. "I'm too busy."

So the Little Red Hen did it herself.

"Who will help me to grind the wheat into flour?" she asked.

"Not I," said the pig. "Nobody ever taught me how." "Not I," said the cow. "You're more experienced and could do it in half the time." "Not I," said the fox. "I've made some other plans for the afternoon."

So the Little Red Hen did it herself.

"Who will help me to store the wheat?" she asked.

"Not I," said the pig. "That is another vocation for which I'm untrained." "Not I," said the cow. "You could do it much more efficiently." "Not I," said the fox. "I'd love to, but I'm involved in some more urgent matters. Some other time perhaps."

So the Little Red Hen did it herself.

Later the next year, times got rough and the Little Red Hen was able to make bread and was the only animal not going hungry. The fox came to Little Red Hen's house and said "That bread smells wonderful! Can I have some?" The Little Red Hen said "I'm sorry, but I don't have enough for everybody." Then the fox bared his teeth and demanded "GIVE ME YOUR BREAD!" So the Little Red Hen pulled out her AR-15 and blew his head off.

MORAL: Hens will fare far better than foxes in Y2K.

A little crude perhaps, but it should get their attention...

-- a (a@a.a), October 24, 1998

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thanks, i like that one!

-- chris davidson (cpd850310@hotmail.com), October 24, 1998.