It was a very hot
summer day. A crow felt very thirsty. It flaw from place to place in search of
water. But It could not find water anywhere.
As it was flying
over a garden, it saw a pitcher. There was a little water in it. Its beak could
not reach to the water.
Then the crow
thought of a plan. It saw some pebbles
lying there. It put them one by one in the pitcher. As a result the water rose
up. It drank the water and flew away.
Moral - Where there is a will, there is a way.