The Hen, the Mouse, and the Grouse

Once upon a time there lived a hen, a mouse, and a grouse. One day the hen found a barley grain and even clucked with joy: — Found a grain, found a grain!.. It has to be ground! And who will carry it to the mill? — Not I, — said the mouse. — Not I, — said the grouse. There was nothing for it, so the hen took the grain and carried it. She came to the mill and ground the grain. — Who will carry the flour home? — she asked. — Not I, — said the mouse. — Nor I, — said the grouse. There was nothing for it, so the hen took the flour and brought it home. — Who will knead the bread? — asked the hen. — Not I, — said the mouse. — Nor I, — said the grouse. The hen kneaded the dough, stoked the stove, and put the bread into the oven herself. The loaf turned out splendid: fluffy and golden-brown. The hen set it on the table and asks: — And who will eat it? — I will, — cried the mouse. — And I, — cried the grouse. And both sat down at the table.