Close to the other end of the busy world called cities was a place. It was serene green countryside, where in the midst of it all was a smart crow known as Kavi. His dull ruff of feathers faced the sun’s rays, shining brightly while his sharp gaze would all the time search for something to still his hunger and thirst. Other birds looked up to Kavi, the crow, because he was smarter than most; and finding a solution to the challenge was Kavi’s throne.
A storied summer came when the sun was a burning furnace and all rivers and ponds had dried out. The fertile land turned blighted and streams that were flowing with the clear water were now just cracked dry mud pools. Kavi, like so many experienced and numerous people, was very short of finding water. Deep within himself, the dry thirst was killing him further and his wings felt heavier like it was punishment.
So one day while Kavi sat on a giant oak tree, he noticed on the horizon something that sparkled. It was an uncropped often embed which was a flowerpot. His spirit rose as he advanced closer to it. At least it’s not devoid of charm, there is water in a pot, but… depressing, it is situated at an unreachable depth for crows.
Kavi was deeply anxious and ruminating. It struck him quite wonder a long time ago that ancestors used to resolve similar issues by casting traffic into the pitcher in order to elevate the water level to a workable zone. It was a stroke of good fortune to come across a lot of small stones lying around.
He descended the hill, used his beak to pick up a pebble and dropped it in the pot. The water moved slightly but hardly increased. Refusing to give up, he went on to do it again. Each pebble appeared to make the river more noticeable, although this was a tedious task and Kavi was losing his strength in the fierce sun.
When he was on the verge of giving up, an overcast woke him up. An unexpected glance got Kavi awestruck; there was an unkempt dog with gentle eyes looking at him. He had a thin layer of fur in some places and one of his ears was tilted. A kind stray named Bruno often roamed the village and was known to assist animals and people alike.
“What’s the matter, little friend?” he asked in a nice, inquisitive voice.
Kavi recounted his troubles between breaths. “I located the water, but it was too deep for my reach. I have been trying to raise the water level with these stones, but it seems to take too long. I don’t think I will be able to finish this.”
Bruno gave him a knowing smile. “Hmmm. That does seem to be a tough situation. But two heads are better than one. I will see what I can do.”
Bruno walked up to the pot to smell it. He remembered Kavi's method and the pebbles that had been left behind for him, but deep down, Bruno knew there must be a more effective way. Then he noticed a tiny stream nearby that was gurgling albeit weakly, and a thought popped into his head.
“Kavi, how about instead of adding water to raise the level in the pot, we just add more water to the pot?” Bruno optimistically asked.
‘But, how?’ asked Kavi in interest.
Bruno appeared to be searching for something for a moment till he spotted a dry coconut shell cradled by the grass under a tree. He picked it up, went to the running water, and dipped it. Sure, it was not a lot, but it was a start; still, he managed to soak the coconut shell with both his mouth and paws. Not a lot, but enough for the first stage. Bruno used the water that had been collected and cautiously dumped it into the pot, one pale at a time.
Kavi beamed brightly in anticipation as he exclaimed, “Awesome, Bruno! As long as we do this, we may actually fill the pot at a rate quicker than placing pebbles.”
As everyone pitched in more effort, Kavi kept on adding the particles into the container in order to allow the newly introduced water not to seep in too deep and started getting water with the coconut shell. Everything fell into place rapidly, and a short time later, the water level began increasing quite noticeably.
Eventually, after what seemed like forever and a day, the water was finally up to the pot’s top. A happy Caw escaped Kavi’s lips as he quickly quenched his thirst. Cooling water splashes across his dry throat, and he felt better immediately.
“I appreciate what you did Bruno,” Kavi said as he sobbed with thanks. “I wouldn’t have reached this point without your assistance.”
Bruno giggled and finished the rest of the water. “Sometimes we all need assistance, Kavi. And who knows, one day I might need your help too.”
From that day, their friendship seem to start growing. Kavi and Bruno became friends for life, as they both attempted to tackle issues with their fellow creatures. They showed everyone that no matter how difficult or easy a task is, collaboration can defeat the hardest of the problems.
The story of the thirsty crow and the kind dog resonated through the countryside, teaching every person the lesson that only love and cooperation would help one survive the toughest summer seasons.
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