A Thirsty Crow
One day a crow was exceptionally parched.
He flew here and there looking for water.
He couldn’t discover the water.
He sat on a branch of a tree.
There was a pitcher under the tree.
There was some water in the pitcher.
He attempted to drink water yet the level of water was low.
He thought an arrangement.
He dropped a few rocks in the pitcher one by one.
The level of water rose up.
the crow drank the water and took off.
Moral : Where there is a will, there is a way.