The sly fox and the little red hen illustrated by Marc Chalvin. Once there was a little hen and a fox with her mother. The fox wanted to eat the hen, but the hen was very clever. One day the fox came inside the little hen’s house. The little hen climbed up on the her shelf. The fox started to chase his tail round and round, it made the hen dizzy. Then the fox put her inside the bag. On the way the fox went to sleep. The hen cleverly came out from the bag. She put rocks inside the bag. Then when the fox went home, he put the rocks inside the boiling water. His mom was became angry at him. The End.
Lovely illustrations, funny story, except... I don't get this: "The sly fox opened up his sack. Into the boiling water crashed the stones with a splash! And that was the end of the sly fox and his mother." Otherwise it's fun that the fox (he) wants to take home the hen (she) to his mum... Or maybe there's a problem with me, that I think every children's story has an everyday meaning to it?