It was a hot summer. A crow was verry thirsty. A flew here and there in Search Of Water. At Last He saw a pitcher under a tree. 'The pitcher must have winter', said the crow to himself. He reached the pitcher. But unfortunately there was not much water in it. It was very low at the bottom. The Crow Tried to drink. But his beak could not reach the water. He then hit upon a plan.
The Crow brought them one by one into the pitchen. The water rose up. The Crowther draink to his fill and flew away happily.
The Crow brought them one by one into the pitchen. The water rose up. The Crowther draink to his fill and flew away happily.
Moral : Where there is a Will, there is a way.