The Crow and the Pitcher
Once, during a very long and dry summer, a thirsty crow flew all over the fields looking for water. For a long time, he could find none, and he felt very weak. Just as he thought he could fly no further, he spotted a large stone pitcher sitting in a garden.
He flew down eagerly and peeked inside. Sure enough, there was some water at the very bottom! But when the crow put his beak into the mouth of the pitcher, he found he could not reach it. The neck of the pitcher was too narrow, and the water was too low. He tried to tilt the pitcher over, but it was too heavy for a single bird to move.
The crow didn't fly away in a huff. He sat quietly and looked around. He saw some small, shiny pebbles lying in the sand. Suddenly, he had a "bright spark" of an idea. He picked up a pebble in his beak and dropped it into the pitcher. Plink!
He picked up another pebble and dropped it in. Plink! He did it again, and again, and again. With every pebble he dropped, the water at the bottom rose just a little bit higher. His wings were tired and the sun was hot, but he didn't stop. Finally, after many pebbles had been dropped, the water reached the very top of the pitcher. The clever crow took a long, cool drink and flew away, happy that he had used his head to solve his problem.




