Once a crow was thirsty. He flew hither and thither in search of water. It was the month of June. The sun was very hot. It had not rained for some days. So, all the tanks and ponds had up. After a long labour, he saw a pitcher. He flew to the pitcher. He found that water was just at the bottom of the pitcher. He tried his level best to drink the water with his beak but could not succeed. He saw some pebbles lying nearby. He carried the pebbles with his beak. He dropped them into the pitcher one by one. The level of the water started rising. As it came upto the mouth of the pitcher, the crow was able to quench his thirsty. So, he drank water and flew away saying Kain, Kain.
- Necessity is the mother of invention.
- Where there is a will, there is a way.