It’s a hot, hot summer, and Crow is about ready to faint from thirst. If she doesn’t find water soon, she may die.

   She’s tempted to lie down and fall asleep, but is not the kind to give up. She flies over the beach and up a hill where she knows there’s a stream, but once she reaches the top she sees that the stream is dry.

   She goes back to the beach and decides to spend the hottest part of the day in the shade of a tree when she spies a pitcher on the ground. In the bottom of the pitcher is water! Crow puts her beak in but it’s not long enough.

  - I have to think this through, she says to herself. There must be a way for me to reach the water.​...

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