On a hot summer day,

a thirsty crow looked

for water to drink.
“It’s hot! I am
thirsty!” said the
crow. I need to find
water.”
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
pitcher’s 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!
It’s cold and good!”
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! It’s cold and
good!”
Discussion Questions
1. At the beginning of the
story, what did the thirsty
crow do?
2. Where did he find
water?
3. Could he drink right
away? Why not?
4. How do you think the
crow felt when he could
not drink?
5. What did the crow
do then?
6. If you were the crow,
what would you do?
7. What happened
when he dropped
stones into the pitcher?
8. How did the crow
feel in the end? Why?