In a parched and dry region, a thirsty crow flew desperately in search of water. As it roamed around the barren land, it finally spotted a pitcher with a small amount of water at the bottom.
Eager to drink, the crow tried to reach the water with its beak, but the neck of the pitcher was too narrow and deep for the crow to access the precious liquid. It tried repeatedly, stretching its neck as far as it could, but it was all in vain.
The crow briefly considered trying to push the pitcher over to access the water, but found that the pitcher was stuck in the sand, making it impossible to tilt. Determined to quench its thirst, the crow pondered on a solution to this problem. Then, a brilliant idea struck its mind. The crow noticed several small pebbles scattered around the pitcher. Picking up one pebble at a time in its beak, the crow started to drop them into the pitcher.
As the pebbles accumulated at the bottom of the pitcher, the water level gradually rose higher and higher. The crow continued this process patiently until the water was finally within reach of its beak.
The thirsty crow dipped its beak into the pitcher and drank the water to its heart's content, satisfied with its cleverness and persistence.
In a dry area, a crow was looking for water because it was very thirsty. It flew over the land and finally found a jug with a little water at the bottom.
The crow wanted to drink, so it tried to put its beak into the jug. But the jug was too deep and narrow for the crow to reach the water. It tried many times to get the water, but it couldn't.
The crow thought about tipping the jug over to get the water, but the jug was stuck in the sand, so this wasn't possible.
Still wanting to drink, the crow had an idea. It saw some small stones near the jug. The crow picked up a stone with its beak and dropped it into the jug.
Each stone made the water rise a bit. The crow kept adding stones, and slowly, the water level got high enough for it to drink.
Finally, the crow was able to drink the water. It felt very happy and proud of being so clever.
In a hot place, a crow is very thirsty. The crow flies around to find water. Then, it sees a pot. The pot has a little water inside.
The crow tries to drink the water, but the pot is too deep. The crow cannot reach the water.
The crow thinks and thinks. It wants to push the pot, but the pot is stuck in the sand.
Then, the crow has an idea. It sees some small stones. The crow picks up one stone and puts it in the pot. Then, the crow picks up another stone and puts it in the pot again.
Every time the crow puts a stone in the pot, the water comes up a little. The crow keeps putting stones in the pot. Soon, the water is high.
At last, the crow can drink the water. The crow is happy. It feels good about its idea.
In a dry area, a crow was looking for water because it was very thirsty. It flew over the land and finally found a jug with a little water at the bottom.
The crow wanted to drink, so it tried to put its beak into the jug. But the jug was too deep and narrow for the crow to reach the water. It tried many times to get the water, but it couldn't.
The crow thought about tipping the jug over to get the water, but the jug was stuck in the sand, so this wasn't possible.
Still wanting to drink, the crow had an idea. It saw some small stones near the jug. The crow picked up a stone with its beak and dropped it into the jug.
Each stone made the water rise a bit. The crow kept adding stones, and slowly, the water level got high enough for it to drink.
Finally, the crow was able to drink the water. It felt very happy and proud of being so clever.
In a land as dry as a day-old scone, a thirsty crow found itself winging about, craving something wetter than a desert's sense of humor. You see, it's not easy being a crow in such a parched place, especially when one's got a thirst mightier than a dragon's love for treasure!
After what felt like a gazillion flaps of the wings, the crow spotted a pitcher, looking as inviting as a plate of cookies at granny's house. But alas, the water inside was farther away than the last time it rained around these parts - deep, narrow, and unreachable.
The crow, not one to be beaten by a mere container, tried to reach the water with its beak. "Oh, come on!" it squawked, stretching its neck this way and that. "I've seen teapots friendlier than you!" But the pitcher was as uncooperative as a cat at bath time.
Determined to sip that elusive H2-Oh-So-Good, the crow looked around and had a eureka moment. Well, more of a "I've got a plan, and it's as clever as a fox wearing glasses" moment. Pebbles, scattered around like breadcrumbs, were the key.
With a twinkle in its eye and a grin in its beak, the crow began to pick up the pebbles, one by one, dropping them into the pitcher. Plink! Plonk! Splash! The sounds were as delightful as a fairy tale's ending.
The water started to rise, higher and higher, like the hopes of a frog waiting for a kiss. Patiently, the crow kept at it, each pebble a step closer to victory. "What did one pebble say to the other?" it quipped. "I think we're making waves here!"
And just like that, the water was within reach. The crow dipped its beak into the pitcher, tasting victory. "Cheers!" it exclaimed, satisfied with its cleverness and persistence. "Now that's using the ol' noodle!"
And so, in a world where brains can beat a thirsty beak, the crow fluttered off, leaving behind a pitcher, pebbles, and a tale as bubbly as a giggle on a sunny day.
In a land where rivers ran shy,
A crow with a thirst nearly touched the sky.
Flying and searching, its beak all dry,
A pitcher it found, with water oh so nigh!
But alas, the water was far too deep,
The crow's beak couldn't reach, not even a seep!
Stretching and straining, with nary a sip,
The thirsty crow knew it needed a tip.
Then bright as the sun, a thought did appear,
Pebbles and stones lay scattered near!
One by one, with a purpose so clear,
The crow dropped them in, the solution was here!
With every pebble, the water rose high,
Closer and closer to the dry, thirsty sky.
Patiently working, not a wing did it flap,
Until the water was near, right in its lap!
A dip and a drink, a happy caw of delight,
The crow's clever trick had worked just right.
Satisfied and refreshed, off it flew in the light,
Knowing that wisdom had won its parched flight!
Needing to drink water or other liquids.
A container used to hold liquids.
Going far down from the top or surface.
Not wide; thin in width.
To extend your hand to touch something.
Making something fall over to one side.
Not able to move or be moved.
A thought or plan about something.
To go up or move upward.
Feeling pleased about something you did well.
Wanting to drink water.
Moves through the air.
Goes far down inside.
To get to something.
Cannot move from place.
A small, hard rock.
A new, good thought.
Takes something up.
Move something away.
Keeps doing something.
Needing to drink water or other liquids.
A container used to hold liquids.
Going far down from the top or surface.
Not wide; thin in width.
To extend your hand to touch something.
Making something fall over to one side.
Not able to move or be moved.
A thought or plan about something.
To go up or move upward.
Feeling pleased about something you did well.
Where is the crow?
What does the crow want?
Why can’t the crow drink the water?
What does the crow put in the pot?
How does the crow feel at the end?
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