once there was a crow. it was thirsty. it flew here and there in search of water but could not find so. after a very hard work he found a small amount of water in a pitcher. when he reached there the water was too low and crow was unable to drink it. he thought an idea and drop a small pebbles in the pitcher. finally the water rises. he drank it and flew away.

thirsty crow

Thirsty crow flying under the blazing sun, with barren lands below

Once there was a crow, black as night. It was a very hot day, and the crow was very thirsty. It flew here and there, looking for water, but could not find any. The sun was blazing, and the crow's throat felt dry.

A Thirsty Day

Crow flying over dry, cracked earth, with a determined look

The crow did not give up. It flew over fields, across dry rivers, and around the trees. But no water was to be found. The crow started to feel weak but knew it had to keep searching.

The Search

Crow looking curiously at a pitcher, with a reflection of hope in its eyes

Just when the crow was about to lose hope, it saw something shiny. It was a pitcher with a small amount of water at the bottom. The crow tried to drink it, but the water was too low, and its beak couldn't reach.

A Glimmer of Hope

Crow dropping pebbles into a pitcher, with a background of the water slowly rising

The crow had an idea. It picked up small pebbles and dropped them into the pitcher, one by one. Slowly, the water level rose. Finally, the crow could drink the water. Satisfied, it flew away, ready for another day.