Once upon a time a little red hen called all of her stimulus-supporting neighbors together and said, "If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?"

"Not I," said the cow.

"Not I," said the duck.

"Not I," said the pig.

"Not I," said the goose.

"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen, and so she did. The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden grain. 

"Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.

"Not I," said the duck. 

"It’s not my job classification," said the pig. 

"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow. 

"I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose. 

"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen, and so she did. 

At last it came time to bake the bread.  "Who will help me bake the bread?" asked the little red hen. 

"That would be overtime for me," said the cow.  

"I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck. 

"I'm a school dropout and never learned how," said the pig. 

"If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the goose. 

"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen. She baked five loaves and after they were finished she held them up for all of her neighbors to see.

"Who shall help me eat this bread?" asked the little red hen.

"I will," said the cow. "I need to eat to make good milk."

"I will," said the duck. "My welfare benefits only provide cheese."

"I will," said the pig. "I learned how to eat in school."

"I will," said the goose. "If you don't give me any bread, that's discrimination."

But the little red hen said, "No, I made the bread I shall eat all five loaves."  And she did.

"Excess profits!" cried Nancy Pelosi, the cow.

"Capitalist leech!" screamed Harry Reid, the duck. 

"I demand equal rights!" yelled Jesse Jackson, the goose. 

The pig, Ted Kennedy, simply grunted in disdain.

And they all painted “Unfair!” picket signs and marched around and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.

Then Farmer Barack came. He said to the little red hen, "You must not be so greedy."

"But I worked hard and earned the bread," protested the little red hen. 

"Exactly," said Barack the farmer. "That is what makes our free enterprise system so wonderful.  Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern government system, the productive workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are not productive. It is only fair."

The little red hen smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, for now I truly understand." 

The little red hen never again baked bread but signed up for all the free stimulus bread, joining the cow, the duck, the pig, and the goose.  And one by one all the bread bakers stopped baking bread, following the example of the little red hen.  And soon there was no more bread and everyone was hungry.

And all the Democrats smiled. Fairness and equality had been established and ruled the land.