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As a child, the only stories I heard were fishing and hunting stories told by my dad and what my mom told about her relations. So, I made up my stories as everyone else did. In Junior High, I went to the library on my bike with a friend (that's another story) and checked out every fairytale book the library had. The Little Red Hen is one of my favorites. A story of 'getting it done' if you must do so yourself with or without friends.
Listening to the story, you will hear what all good storytellers do is enhanced, re-imaged, elaborate, re-image and embroidered, which is enhanced, as I did with The Prairie Hen. I saw these birds as my dad drove across the Alpine plains of Colorado near Harzel Flats.
This hen is my 'Little Hen That Could' and also my Grandma Bessie, whom I loved.