The Thirsty Crow

One of Aesop’s fables, this little story became an American classic.

Summer, and drought, had arrived. Crow sat in the tree, wilting in the heat. Without water, he would surely die.

Then something glinted on the ground some ways off. It was a water jug. Crow could see the glint of water inside.

But the neck of the jug was too narrow for his head, and if he shoved the jug over, the precious water would be lost.

Crow slumped in despair. He would never reach the water. Staring mournfully at the ground, he kicked a pebble.

 Then Crow’s eyes widened. He lifted a pebble in his beak, and dropped it into the jug. The water level rose! Over and over he added pebbles, until the sweet clear water rose to his beak.

And so you see, perseverance will always win the day.