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A thirsty Crow found a Pitcher with some water in it, but so

little was there that, try as she might, she could not reach it

with her beak, and it seemed as though she would die of thirst

within sight of the remedy. At last she hit upon a clever plan.

She began dropping pebbles into the Pitcher, and with each pebble

the water rose a little higher until at last it reached the brim,

and the knowing bird was enabled to quench her thirst.

Necessity is the mother of invention.

THE BOYS AND THE FROGS

Some mischievous Boys were playing on the edge of a pond, and,

catching sight of some Frogs swimming about in the shallow water,

they began to amuse themselves by pelting them with stones, and

they killed several of them. At last one of the Frogs put his

head out of the water and said, "Oh, stop! stop! I beg of you:

what is sport to you is death to us."

THE NORTH WIND AND THE SUN