Once in a vast desert, a crow soared under the scorching sun, growing ever so parched.

He swooped down to the dunes below, hoping to find some relief from a sweltering day.

The crow spotted a glimmer in the distance. 'Aha!' he cawed, 'Perhaps that's water indeed!'

But alas, it was but a mirage, a trick of light. The crow felt disappointment grow.

Not one to give up, the crow scanned the horizon and noticed a small, lonely pot.

With a flap of wings, he descended and peeked inside. There was water, but just a drop.

The crow thought hard, 'How can I drink this?' He paced, pondering over this little plot.

Then, a brilliant idea struck him; he would not let his dry throat be his lot!

He gathered small pebbles, one by one, and dropped them slowly into the pot.

With each stone he dropped in, the water rose higher and higher, cool and clear.

Soon, it was enough for a gulp! The crow rejoiced and banished all his fear.

Having quenched his thirst, the crow took to the sky, proud of his clever endeavor.