A CROW perishing with thirst saw a pitcher, and hoping to find water, flew to it with delight. —-
When he reached it, he discovered to his grief that it contained so little water that he could not possibly get at it. —-
He tried everything he could think of to reach the water, but all his efforts were in vain. —-
At last he collected as many stones as he could carry and dropped them one by one with his beak into the pitcher, —-
until he brought the water within his reach and thus saved his life.
Necessity is the mother of invention.