Little Red Hen drove her little red car a long way back to the country to see old mother hen and spend some time in the family henhouse.
When she arrived, they talked and walked. Mother Hen had prepared fresh vegetables for supper. They watered the flowers and collected the eggs. The nest was warm.
Next day they went out together to a hen party picnic. They chuckled and clucked as they pecked the delicious titbits laid out on fresh grass under the trees.
Life was the same as always in the homeland. Yet better. Warmer and kinder than before. Time flowed at the same rate as the river in front of the house.
Little Red Hen drove to visit the first happy place she had moved to after first leaving the brood. She met an old friend for coffee and corncakes. Later she saw the metal man she used to work with long ago when the film Chicken Run was screened. He looked the same as ever but did not speak much because he was quite delicate and had a metallic taste in his mouth. Little Red Hen did not mind. Daleks are very different from hens..
Then she bought some lovely new books from the finest book fayre in the world. She was happy. She drove little red car back home to roost, excited about everything she had done and seen. It was her last day of holiday at the henhouse.
But shortly after she arrived back, while Little Red hen was inside making a cup of tea, there was a loud bang. She wondered if the sky had fallen in. Old Mother Hen had been outside driving the red tractor and came running and clucking into the house:
“Oh dear. Oh dear. I was driving my red tractor and it crashed into your little red car.”
“Are you hurt, Mother Hen?” asked Little Red Hen.
“No – but your car is. I am so sorry”,
They both went outside to look. Poor little red car did not look as pretty as before. But cars are only metal. They can be easily put back together when they break. They are very different from hens.
“Don’t worry”, said Little Red Hen. “Bring me the sticky tape. Bring me the cable ties. I’ll mend it myself.”
And she did.