bulbulYour child, in every story

The thirsty crow

A big drink arrives one small pebble at a time.

NextThe lion and the rabbit
Read the story

Hi Aavya. The sun was sharp. A crow's throat was dry. He found a pot. Water was in it, right at the bottom, and his beak could not reach. First he pushed the pot. It was heavy and did not move. Why not? The water and the clay held it to the ground. He tapped his beak and cawed. The water did not rise by a hair. Then he saw a pebble, round and small. Plop. One sound. Then plop again. Each pebble pushed the water up a little. His neck ached, and he did not stop. On the twelfth pebble the water touched his beak. He drank slowly, the way someone drinks a cool evening. Aavya, a big job is often finished in small plops.

All the stories