Corvus

A crow, half-dead with thirst, came upon a mountain of smoking timbers in a blackened block foundation. The crow (though his beak was ill-suited for this) hewed at the timbers and splinter by splinter removed the mountain. Under the mountain, at the bottom of the foundation, was a SentrySafe 0500 Fire Security Box. Now this was something for which his beak was well-suited! Among the splinters he found a short length of baling wire, and he bent it into hook using a stone as a fulcrum. Then he picked the lock and oh! did the metal grinding grate through his weary bones. In the box he found a Pouch of diamonds and a Flask which had once been full of whiskey; but when the Crow put its beak into the mouth of the Flask he found that only very little whiskey was left in it, and that he could not reach far enough down to get at it. He tried, and he tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and he took a diamond and dropped it into the Flask. Then he took another diamond and dropped it into the Flask. Then he took another diamond and dropped that into the Flask. Then he took another diamond and dropped that into the Flask. Then he took another diamond and dropped that into the Flask. Then he took another diamond and dropped that into the Flask. At last, at last, he saw the whiskey mount up near him, and after casting in a few more diamonds he was able to quench his thirst and save his life.

Little by little does the trick.

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