Kalu was a clever crow who lived in a beautiful village. One day, he had flown to the next village to meet with Uncle Crow. Uncle Crow was the oldest crow in the neighborhood. He was quite wise and knew many things.
Kalu was flying back home after the visit with Uncle Crow. However, as he was flying, Kalu wished he could get some water to drink. All that listening had made him really thirsty. Unfortunately, he was flying over a long stretch of fields and there was no pond or any water in sight. “Oh! I am so thirsty. How can I get some water?” thought Kalu.
Kalu looked around here and there as he flew. Now, Kalu had pretty good eyesight. Even while flying really fast, he could spot things on the ground. So as he was looking about, he spotted a pot on the ground below.
Kalu was overjoyed. “Ah! A pot. That must mean water,” he thought. So, he flew down towards the pot.
Kalu peered into the pot. There was some water, indeed. But alas, it was too low in the pot. Try as he might, Kalu just couldn’t reach the water in the pot.
He tried again and again, putting his beak into the pot. But he just couldn’t reach the water. Kalu began to get just a little frustrated. “What a pity,” he thought. “The water is just in front of me, but I am not able to reach it. Whatever should I do now? I am so thirsty and seeing the water has just made me even thirstier!”
Just as Kalu was about to give up and fly away, some words he had heard from Uncle Crow came to his mind. The wise Uncle Crow had just a little while ago told Kalu that he should always try to solve a problem and not give up. “Where there is a will there is a way,” Uncle had impressed upon him.
“What would Uncle do now,” pondered Kalu. “Well, he certainly would not have given up.”
Kalu looked around for inspiration. He then glanced upon a few pebbles lying about. And suddenly, he got it. “What an idea,” he exclaimed. “A real gem of an idea. Or I should say . . . a real pebble of an idea!”
He picked up the pebbles one by one and dropped them into the pot.
Now, what do you think happened?
Well, the water in the pot rose higher and higher. He dropped more and more pebbles until the water rose up so high that he was finally able to reach the water. He drank the water and flew away happily.
“Uncle Crow is indeed right,” he thought. “Where there is a will, there is a way.”