So we gather the apples (grain).
Now who will help me chop the apples (thresh the grain)?
They're just making sure it's good enough for applesauce. You know, kind of like taste testers for the king (that would be Grandpa).
Time to cook, the apples (bake the bread) And then it will be time to knead the apples (not quite in the same order as bread, first you knead, then you bake)
NOW! Who will help me eat the applesauce? Again, they will. However, we're not quite sure that applesauce beats apples right off the tree the way God made them.
(disclaimer: no children were harmed while obtaining pictures for this blog post and the aforementioned children do not usually spend the day outfitted in diapers and shirts. However, to keep the inside of the house from looking like a bunch of garden grubs reside there, it was mandatory to wash the clothes of the Little Red Hen's friends while they took the customary afternoon siesta)