Filed under: Classical Writing
Once there was a crow who was dying of thirst. While he was flying he looked down and, behold, here was a pitcher of water! So he flew down and went to the pitcher. But, alas the pitcher had only a small amount of H2o. Then as he was turning to go a thought like lightning struck him, he took a small pebble and dropped it into the pitcher. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And he took another pebble and dropped it in. And as he dropped them in he saw the water rising, slowly but surely. And finally the water was right underneath him and all he had to do was drink. He had saved his own life. HIP HIP HOORAY!!!!!!!!!
