The Thirsty Crow

One hot day, a crow was very thirsty and wanted a drink of water. It was a long way to the river and she was too tired to fly there for a drink. She could not see a pool of water anywhere. She flew round and round. At last see saw a big of jug outside a house.
The crow flew down to the jug. She looked inside. There was a little water at the bottom of the jug.
The crow put her head into the jug, but she could not reach the water with her beak she climbed on to the jug. She almost fell into it, but she could not put her beak into the water.
The crow flew into the air and then she flew down at the jug and tried to break it with her beak. But the jug was strong. It would not break.
The crow flew at the jug, flapping her wings. She tried to knock it over, so that the water would run out the ground. But the jug was too heavy. It did not fall over. The crow was too tired to fly anymore. She thought she was going to die of thirst.
The crow sat down to rest. She thought and she thought. She did not want to die of thirst.
She saw some small stones lying on the ground. She had an idea. She peak up a stone in her beak and dropped it into the jug. Then another and another. The water rose higher every time a stone fell into the jug.
Soon the jug was nearly full of stones. The water came to the top. The clever crow put her beak into it at last, and had a drink. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.