The Crow and The Pitcher

One hot and dusty day, a crow flew over the dry land, searching everywhere for water.

"I'm so thirsty! I need to find water," the crow sighed.

After a long search, it spotted something in the distance. A pitcher was sitting in the sand. Hope filled the crow’s heart, and it hurried over to take a closer look.

Peeking inside, it saw just a little bit of water at the bottom. "Oh no! I can’t reach it!" the crow said, feeling disappointed.

The pitcher was too deep and too narrow. No matter how much the crow stretched its beak, the water stayed out of reach.

The crow thought hard. "What can I do?" it wondered.

Then it noticed some small stones scattered on the ground. Suddenly, a clever idea popped into its head.

Picking up a stone with its beak, the crow dropped it into the pitcher. Plop! The water rose just a little bit.

The crow smiled and picked up another stone. Plop! Then another. Plop! With each stone, the water level climbed higher and higher.

At last, the water was high enough to reach. The crow dipped its beak in and took a long, cool drink. "Ahh! That’s so much better!" it said happily, feeling refreshed.

With a joyful flap of its wings, the clever crow soared into the sky, ready for its next adventure.