The Crow
and the
Jar
There was only a little water in the jar and she couldn’t reach down. And she really needed a drink. So she went to fetch a pebble and dropped it in. Then another. And another. And another. And as each pebble fell to the bottom of the jar, the water was pushed a little higher… and higher and higher still. At last it was in reach. Mmm. It was good to drink.
For weeks there had been no rain.
No pitter-patter raindrops. No puddles. Even the ponds had dried up. A crow cawed anxiously as she flapped here and there looking for water. She had a feeling there was some… but where? Where was that feeling leading her? Oh look! It had led her to a tall, tall jar. When she perched on the edge and peered inside, she could see her reflection deep down below. She bent to drink but OH NO! She overbalanced and had to flap flap flap to safety. 20
So remember… Little by little does the trick.
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