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Once open time I was sitting nearer a beautiful garden in the month of July. It was so hot season. I saw a crow who was in search of water and he flew here and their in search of water. The crow was very thisty. But the cloid not find water any where to drink and to decrease his thirst. But at last saw a jug of water under a tree and he flew there to drink water but the water was very low in the jug He hit upon a plan. There vere some pebble near to the jug one by one. The water rose up and he drunk the water flew with joy. That was a summer hottest days.