There is little water in pitcher. How will the crow drink water? The crow will use straw for drinking water Its true story of 6th class at the time of my teaching practice. Pupil Teacher was telling about The Thirsty Crow. PT told that crow searche

Its true story of 6th class at the time of my teaching practice. Pupil Teacher was telling about The Thirsty Crow. PT told that crow searche #Teachersday #Collab #YourQuoteAndMine #Worldteachersday

There is little water in pitcher.
How will the crow drink water?

The crow will use straw for drinking water Its true story of 6th class at the time of my teaching practice.
Pupil Teacher was telling about The Thirsty Crow. PT told that crow searche

jasandeep

Thirsty Crow #Humour

Vishal Kumawat

Once upon a time there was a crow it was very thirsty it went into a garden it saw a jug into the garden there was a little water into the hug it thought a plan it picked some stones and put into jug the water came up. he drank water. it was very happy ©Vishal Kumawat #touch thirsty crow

#touch thirsty crow #Life

Once upon a time there was a crow it was very thirsty it went into a garden it saw a jug into the garden there was a little water into the hug it thought a plan it picked some stones and put into
jug the water came up. he drank water. it was very happy

©Vishal Kumawat #touch thirsty crow

#मीत

एक बार एक कौवा था उसे बहोत प्यास लगी थी उसे एक मटके में थोड़ा सा पानी दिखा और कौआ मर गया अब जरूरी तो नहीं कि हर बार की तरह उसको पत्थर मिल जाएंगे और पानी ऊपर आ जाएगा 😁😁😁 Thirsty Crow 😁

Thirsty Crow 😁

एक बार एक कौवा था
उसे बहोत प्यास लगी थी
उसे एक मटके में थोड़ा सा पानी दिखा
और कौआ मर गया

अब जरूरी तो नहीं कि हर बार की तरह उसको पत्थर मिल जाएंगे और पानी ऊपर आ जाएगा

😁😁😁 Thirsty Crow 😁

Gulfaraz Ansari

युक्ति से मुक्ति || The story of a thirsty crow .. #LoveStrings #Life

sammy saga

The crow #Knowledge

Sai Manohar

Ah! A perched crow on my window sill What have you come to eagerly nibble My decomposing memories turning pale But naah they ain't ever stale I bathe 'em daily in stupor of reminiscence Holding the fragile edges with reverence Then again, my dear cawwing crow I hear the strain in your hunger grow It feels akin to my masochistic vice Quenching myself with poison in her eyes Maybe I'll just open it all and let you in Perhaps it's finally sane to let time win The Hungry Crow #NaPoWriMo

The Hungry Crow #NAPOWRIMO