The crow did not hold a drop of water in its mouth for three whole days; it looked everywhere for somewhere to drink, but could not find it. Suddenly he sees a jug standing, and there is water in it at the very bottom. The crow tried to reach the water with its beak, but it didn’t work out that way. She thought and thought and came up with an idea. She began to throw pebbles into the jug one after another, and the water rose. The crow quenched its thirst and, satisfied, flew away.
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