It was the month of charitra. The day was very hot .
There was no water any where . A crow
became very thirsty. He flew here and there for drinking water but
he found no water. At last he
found a jar. He became glad and went to the jar to drink water But the water
was at
the bottom of the jar .He tried his best to drink water but failed. He became very sad and hopeless .
Suddenly the crow saw some small pieces of stone near the jar . He picked up the
stone and dropped them into the jar one by one .As a result the water came
up to thwe brime . The crow then drank
water from it nto his hearts content and
away with a joy ful mind. What is
play to one is death to another
