A crow dying from thirst saw a tall pitcher and hoping to find water, flew to it eagerly. When he reached it, however, he discovered to this great distress that it contained so little water that he could not possibly reach it with his hort beack. He tried everything he could think of get at the water, but all his efforts were in vain.
At last he had an idea. Collecting many stones as he could carry, he bropped them one by one into the pitcher until he raised the water to the brim of the vessel, from which he could now drink in comfort.
This story teaches you that
“Necessity is the mother of invention”
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