The Crow and the Pitcher

Once upon a time, it was summer and the land was very dry. A crow was very thirsty and flew around searching for water. Soon it found a small pitcher containing very little water.
The crow said, “CAW CAW. Look, a pitcher of water. I can finally have a drink”.
He put his head down the pitcher. The crow could not reach the water. He felt more and more thirsty and did not know what to do.
“CAW CAW! The water is still too deep. What should I do?”
The crow looked around and found a mud patch having number of pebbles. Then he got a brilliant idea.

He flew to the mud patch. FLAP! FLAP!
He picked up one pebble with his beak. He hopped over to the jug.
HOP! HOP! HOP! And then he dropped the stone into the pitcher.
The water was still too deep.

He flew to the mud patch. FLAP! FLAP!
He picked up the second pebble with his beak. He hopped over to the jug.
HOP! HOP! HOP! And then he dropped the second stone into the pitcher.
The water was still too deep.

He did this many times. For each pebble, the water was rising slowly. Finally the water was high enough. The crow could reach the water and have its fill of water.

Moral: Little by little does the trick!

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