Cleaver crow
There was a crow who was flying here and there, the water was shooting, the day was hot, the crow felt very hot, but he didn’t see any water, he was tired and disappointed and finally cried, but suddenly his hope woke up. He was near a hut. He saw that it flew and sat on the mud, but there was water in it, but under the surface, how could he drink it? He had a trick in his mind. He started stones one by one in the, mud when the mud full of stones then water over flow the mud he drank it and then he flew away…
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