Alfred Borg

Typical Capitalism Brainwashing, here is the true story: Once upon a time there was a little red hen who lived on a farm, she was friends with a dog, a cat and a graceful yellow duck. One day the little red hen and her friends were walking in an abandoned field and found some seeds. The little red hen had an idea. ‘Who will help me plant the seeds? asked the little red hen. ‘I will’ said the dog running around with joy. ‘I will’ said the cat purring with excitement. ‘I will’ said the duck flapping her wings. So the duck went from one side of the field to the other flapping her wings as hard as she could to clear the field. Then the dog grabbed a small plough with his teeth and dug deep furrows across the field. The little red hen then started pecking holes in the field and the cat followed dropping a seed in each hole then covering the hole with dirt. When every seed was sown the duck grabbed a bucket and flew to the lake and brought the water to water the seeds. At the end of the day the little red hen and her friends were sweating and very tired. For many weeks they tended to the field, clearing weeds and making sure the seeds were watered. It was very hard work. When the seeds had grown, the little red hen and her friends spent several days harvesting the grain. Then they made flour from the grains at an old mill that had not been used for a long time even though it was still in working condition. Now the little red hen and her friends were very excited and they made the dough and baked a big loaf of bread. The smell of freshly baked bread drifted all over the farm. When the bread was baked, the little red hen and her friends set up a table where they could sit together and enjoy the fruits of their labor. ‘We want you little red hen to have the honor of cutting and sharing this wonderful bread’ said the dog wagging his tail. ‘I agree, she did have this wonderful idea ‘ said the cat purring. ‘Let’s eat’ said the graceful duck flapping her wings gleefully. So they placed the loaf of bread in the center of the table and they then sat down. But before the little red hen could pick up the knife to cut the bread, the farmer came in and grabbed the loaf of bread. ‘And where did you get this?’ asked the farmer angrily. ‘We did not steal it’ said the little red hen ‘if that’s what you mean’ Then the little red hen and her friends told the farmer how they had found the seeds, plowed the field, sown the seeds, tended the field, harvested the crop, milled the flour, made the bread dough and how they had collected the wood for the fire and baked the bread. Then a big smile appeared on the farmer’s face and the little red hen and her friends smiled too. ‘Then this loaf of bread belongs to me’ said the farmer sternly. ‘The seeds you found on the ground were on my property’ ‘The field you used to grow the seeds is on my property’ ‘The water you used from the lake is on my property’ ‘The old mill is on my property’ ‘The firewood you used to bake the bread was on my property’ ‘And therefore, this bread belongs to me!’ ‘But we worked so hard’ cried the little red hen and her friends. The farmer took the knife and cut off a small piece of the bread and handed it to the little red hen. ‘Divide this amongst yourselves in any way you see fit’ said the farmer adamantly and started to go to his house. ‘But that is not fair’ shouted the little red hen, ‘we worked very hard for many days from sunrise to sunset ‘ The farmer turned around and said with a grin ‘Well, that’s Capitalism!’.