It was a very hot summer day. The sun was shining brightly in the sky. A crow was flying over a small village in Rajasthan. He was very, very thirsty.

“I must find water soon,” said the crow. “Or I will not survive.”

The crow flew over fields and houses. He looked everywhere — near the well, by the river, even in the garden. But there was no water anywhere. The river had dried up. The wells were empty.

Then, the crow saw something! Near an old temple, there was a tall clay pot. The crow flew down quickly and looked inside.

“There IS water!” he cried with joy. But the water was at the very bottom of the pot. The crow’s beak could not reach it. He tried and tried, but the pot was too tall and the water was too low.

“What should I do?” thought the crow. He felt very sad and tired.

Then he had a clever idea! He saw many small pebbles lying on the ground near the temple. He picked up one pebble in his beak and dropped it into the pot. PLOP! The water rose a tiny bit.

He dropped another pebble. PLOP! And another. PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

Slowly, the water came higher and higher. The crow worked very hard. He did not give up.

Finally, the water rose to the top! The happy crow drank the cool water and felt refreshed.

“Never give up,” said the crow. “If you really want something, you will find a way!”

And the crow flew away happily into the blue sky.