The sun was shining brightly, and a clever crow named Corvus was flying high above the fields. Phew, it was hot! Corvus felt his throat getting very, very dry. "Oh, for a sip of water!" he cawed to himself.

He swooped down, his sharp eyes scanning the ground. And there it was! A tall pitcher, standing near an old farmhouse. "Water!" he thought happily and landed beside it.

He peeked inside. Oh dear. There was water, but it was way down at the bottom. Corvus stretched his neck as far as it could go, but his beak couldn't reach. He tried to tip the pitcher over, flapping his wings hard. But the pitcher was too heavy. "Grrr," Corvus grumbled, feeling a bit cross.

He hopped around the pitcher, thinking. "Hmm, what can I do?" His bright eyes noticed a pile of small, smooth pebbles nearby.

Suddenly, a little lightbulb seemed to go on in his crow brain! "I have an idea!"

Corvus picked up a pebble in his beak and dropped it into the pitcher. Plink! Then another. Plonk! And another. Plink! Plonk! Plink! Plonk!

Slowly, slowly, with each pebble, the water inside the pitcher began to rise. Higher and higher it came.

Soon, the water was high enough for Corvus to reach. He dipped his beak in and took a long, cool drink. Ahh, that felt good!

Corvus smiled a little crow smile. Sometimes, a little bit of thinking can solve a big problem!

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