The Crow and the Pitcher

Adapted from Aesop by

Dinah C. Bonao

On a hot summer day, a thirsty crow looked for water to drink.

Its hot! I am thirsty! said the crow. I need to find water.

(Have the pupils predict: What do you think will the crow do?)

The crow flew from one place to another looking for water to drink. He

finally found a pitcher near a well. But there was only little water in the

pitcher.

He tried to drink from the pitcher but no matter how much he tried, he

could not reach the water.

My beak is too big. The pitchers neck is very narrow. How will I get the

water? he thought.

Then an idea came to the crow. He picked up some small stones. He

dropped them into the pitcher one by one.

One, two, three Plop, plip, plop. Little by little, the water rose in the

pitcher.

Four, five, six Plop, plip, plop. The water rose some more. Soon the

crow could reach the water.

Now, I can drink! said the crow. Ah! Its cold and good!