The Crow and the Pitcher



A thirsty crow found a pitcher with some water in it, but so little was there that, try as she might, she could not reach it with her beak, and it seemed as though_she would die of thirst within sight of the remedy.



At last she hit upon a clever plan. She began dropping pebbles into the pitcher, and with each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it reach the brim and the knowing bird was enabled to quench her thirst.



Necessity is the mother of invention.