A crow was so thirsty that he could not even caw. He flew here and there. But now where he could find any water. At last he found a picture of water and flew to it. At once he put his beak into the pot,but found that only a little water was left at the bottom of the picture. It was too low to drink it. He tried to break the pot, but he could not. He then tried to over turn it, but he faild again. Suddenly a thought came to him. He picked up a pebble and dropped it into the pot. Then he took another pebble and dropped it too. One by one he went in dropping pebbles into the pot. At last the water came up to brim. Then the claver crow sat upon the pot and drank water at ease to his heart's content.
MORAL: Necessity is the mother of invention.