It was a hot summer afternoon. A crow had been flying in the hot sky since morning. Now he was thirsty. But there was no water in sight.
As he looked around, all the lakes were dry. He could not see even a drop of water. He went to meet his friends. They were also extremely thirsty and had no water to share either.
The crow decided to fly in another direction. As he flew a few miles, he saw a pitcher lying on the ground. He went close to the pitcher and found some water inside it. His joy knew no bounds.
He tried to put his beak inside the pitcher but could not reach the water. The water in the pitcher was very low. He tried to move the pitcher but it was heavy. He could not even tilt the pitcher alone.
Disappointed, the crow sat in the corner as he had started feeling weak. When he looked around, he saw a few stones lying on the ground. He started picking up one stone at a time in his beak and put it in the pitcher.
‘The water level is rising,’ he thought, ‘I should put a few more stones and then the water will come up and I will be able to drink it.’
He kept putting stones in the pitcher till he could touch the water with his beak. He breathed a sigh of relief and drank to his heart’s content. The sun was harsh. And so, the crow rested for a while in the shade and then flew back to his house.
