It was a hot summer day. A thirsty crow flew into a village searching for some water to drink. He flew over houses, fields, and trees buy he could not find any water. After a long time, he came across a farm. Under one of the trees on the farm was a pot of water. There was very little water in the pot. The crow tried to reach the water but he was not able to do so as the neck of the pot was very narrow. He then tried to push the pot down for the water to flow out but the pot was too heavy for him. The crow looked around. He saw some pebbles. An idea struck in his mind. He picked up the pebbles into the pot, the water came up. Soon it was high enough for to drink. He drank the water. He flew away happily.
Moral
– where there is a will, there is a way.
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