As he searched, he spotted some clay pots lined up near a hut. With hope in his heart, the crow flew down quickly. He peeped inside the first pot—empty! He hopped to the second—also empty. The third one—still nothing. The poor crow began to feel sad, but he did not give up.
Finally, when he looked inside the fourth pot, he saw a little water at the bottom. His eyes sparkled with joy, but the water was too low for his beak to reach.