Thirsty Crow

A crow was flying under the hot Indian sun, exhausted and thirsty.

Spotted an earthen pot near a dhaba—but alas, only a little water inside.

He tried, but his beak couldn’t reach.

“Arrey baba,” he muttered, “this is a problem.”

Then he looked around, spotted small stones.

One by one, he picked and dropped them into the pot.

Plop. Plop. Slowly, the water level rose.

With a proud smile, he quenched his thirst.

A passerby chuckled, “Smart fellow, this crow.”

✨Moral: Use your brains, not just your wings.