A Thirsty Crow It was a pleasant morning and it was the most pleasant breakfast that Kirka, the young crow had ever had. Everything seemed very charming and cheerful. "I'm quite grown up now", he thought "Why shouldn't I fly far away and explore some new lands?" Then he flew alone across the city and came to a strange place. There was no lake, no pond, no river. "How can I get some water to drink?" he wondered " The sun is already high up and very hot now. It feels like I would die of thirst." Suddenly he discovered a pitcher near a well, but the water level was low and his beak could not reach it. He at once made a nice plan and dropped some pebbles into the pitcher until the water came up to its neck. Kirka dipped his beak and drank to his heart's content. (140 words) **********************