The Crow and the Pitcher
There was once a thirsty Crow searching high and low for some water to drink. From far above the trees he spotted a pitcher of water lying on the ground. “At last,” he panted, “I see some water to quench my thirst!”
When he got to the jar, standing tall and deep, he discovered that the water lay way down at the bottom. The neck of the pitcher was too narrow, and his beak, far too short!
“What do I do?” said the crow, trying in every way to get his face into the jar and almost knocking it over twice!
He finally got a bright idea. Collecting small pebbles in his beak, the crow started to drop them one by one into the pitcher.
As the the pitcher filled with stones, the water slowly climbed its way between the spaces to reach right to the top!
The clever crow then drank of the sweet water to his heart’s content.
Necessity is the mother of invention.
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