The Crow and the Pitcher of Water - A Sequel
In the warm glow of the afternoon sun, the black crow sat perched upon a weathered branch, its keen eyes scanning the arid landscape in search of sustenance. The sun's relentless rays had dried up most sources of water, leaving only a few sparse puddles and a solitary pitcher half-buried in the sand.
Remembering the clever ruse it had employed to reach the water in the past, the crow flapped its wings and swooped down towards the pitcher. Its bea ...