It was a hot day. A crow was very thirsty. His mouth was dry.
His throat was burning. He flew from place to place in search of water. But there was
not a drop of water anywhere. Rivers and lakes had all dried up.
At last he saw a jug of water near a house. He went to the jug and looked into it. There
was a little water at the bottom of the jug. The crow could see the water but he could
not reach it.
Suddenly an idea flashed on his mind. He picked up stones, one by one, from the
ground and dropped them in to the jug. The water started coming up. Soon the crow
could reach it easily. He drank the water. He cawed happily and flew away.
MORAL: WHERE THERE IS A WILL THERE IS AWAY.