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 The Clever Crow and the Pitcher

The sun hung high in the cloudless sky, baking the earth below. It was the kind of summer day that sapped all energy, leaving everything sluggish and yearning for shade or water. Among the heat waves shimmering in the air, a crow flapped its tired wings. For hours, it had been flying over the village, scanning for water. Its sharp eyes darted from one spot to another—looking for puddles, wells, or streams—but found nothing.

The crow’s throat was parched, and its wings felt heavier with each passing moment. “How much longer can I keep flying?” it wondered, the thought of defeat creeping in. “I must find water soon.”

The village below looked promising. It was a small collection of homes with courtyards and gardens, some of which had clay pots and jars scattered around. The crow decided to descend, hoping that closer inspection would reveal a source of relief.

Its beady eyes scanned every corner as it glided lower. And then, in the courtyard of a modest house, it spotted a tall, sturdy clay pitcher sitting near the base of a tree. The crow’s heart skipped a beat. “Water!” it cawed in relief, immediately swooping down to investigate.

The pitcher stood still and silent, its surface warm from the sun. The crow hopped onto its rim and peered inside. A glimmer of water at the bottom greeted its tired eyes. But the crow’s excitement was short-lived—it quickly realized that the water level was far too low for its beak to reach.

It stretched its neck as far as it could, tilting its head to the side, hoping for an angle that would work. But no matter how it tried, the cool water was tantalizingly out of reach. Frustrated, the crow hopped off the rim and paced around the pitcher, clicking its beak in irritation.

“This is unfair,” it muttered to itself. “There’s water right there, and yet it might as well be miles away.”

The crow sat down, feathers ruffled, and tried to think. Giving up wasn’t an option—it was too thirsty to continue without a drink. But what could it do? The pitcher’s neck was narrow, and even tipping it over wasn’t a solution; the crow was far too small to move such a heavy object.

Just then, something shiny caught its eye. A small pebble lay nearby, glinting in the sunlight. The crow tilted its head, studying the pebble, and then looked back at the pitcher. A tiny spark of an idea flickered in its mind.

“What if I...?” the crow thought, hopping closer to the pebble. It nudged it with its beak, then carefully picked it up and carried it back to the pitcher. With a small flutter of wings, the crow perched on the rim and dropped the pebble into the water below.

Plink!

The pebble sank to the bottom, causing a ripple in the water. The crow watched intently as the water level rose just the tiniest bit. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to encourage the bird.

“Yes, this might work!” it cawed, energized by the realization.

The crow scanned the ground, finding more pebbles scattered around the courtyard. It flew down and began picking them up one by one, carefully dropping each into the pitcher.

Plink. Plink. Plink.

With each pebble, the water level rose just a little higher. The process was slow and tiring, but the crow didn’t stop. Its determination pushed it forward, even as the sun beat down on its back. Occasionally, it would pause to catch its breath, its feathers damp with sweat, but it always returned to its task.

As it worked, a few other birds in the nearby trees watched with curiosity. “What is it doing?” a sparrow whispered to a pigeon.

“It’s trying to get water from that pitcher,” the pigeon replied, shaking its head. “But it’s wasting its time. There’s no way it can fill the entire thing with pebbles.”

The crow heard their murmurs but didn’t let them distract it. “Let them doubt,” it thought, dropping another pebble into the pitcher. “I’ll show them what persistence can achieve.”

By now, the pile of pebbles around the pitcher had noticeably shrunk, and the water level was visibly higher. The crow’s heart soared as it realized it was close to reaching its goal. With renewed energy, it picked up the last few pebbles and dropped them in.

Plink. Plink. Splash.

The water had risen to a level where the crow could finally reach it. It hopped onto the rim one last time, lowering its beak into the cool, refreshing liquid.

“Oh, thank goodness,” it murmured, taking long, satisfying gulps. The water rejuvenated its tired body, washing away the fatigue and thirst that had weighed it down all morning.

When it finished drinking, the crow perched on the edge of the pitcher, looking out at the world with a newfound sense of pride. The sparrow and pigeon, still watching from the trees, were now silent, their earlier doubts replaced with admiration.

“Clever bird,” the sparrow finally said, nodding in approval.

The crow fluffed its feathers, feeling a mix of relief and accomplishment. It had faced what seemed like an impossible challenge, but through patience, creativity, and persistence, it had succeeded.

As the crow prepared to take flight again, it reflected on the lesson it had learned. Problems might seem overwhelming at first, but with a calm mind and thoughtful actions, even the biggest obstacles could be overcome.

With a final glance at the pitcher, the crow took off into the sky, its wings feeling lighter than they had in hours. The village below faded into the distance as the clever bird continued its journey, carrying with it a story of ingenuity and determination.

Moral of the Story:

Where there is a will, there is a way. Problems may seem daunting, but with patience, resourcefulness, and steady effort, even the most difficult challenges can be solved.