I was 5, or maybe less. While putting me to sleep my mom
told me the story of a crow who slowly puts small pebbles in a big jar so that
water could rise and he could drink water from it
21.4.17
I was 5, or maybe less. While putting me to sleep my mom
told me the story of a crow who slowly puts small pebbles in a big jar so that
water could rise and he could drink water from it
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