Aesop Rethought#1

Prelude: Fables of Aesop have always been few of the frequently used instances when it came to exemplifying a ground of morality via a fiction/tales. Being one of those people who constantly question the traditional flow, I decided to ruminate on the other probable twist that might have taken place. That led me to write a series titled "Aesop Rethought". This is the very first story I have 'thought' of writing which originally is about a crow portraying the moral - "There's a will there's a way".

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Here is my version; depicting my way of thinking. Or rethinking, perhaps.

Once upon a time, summer time it was, there was a crow. It was flying randomly in search of water which was being dehydrated by the heat of the scorching sun. Acclimatizing with the increasing heat and finding water at the same time was being difficult for the poor soul.
After flying for a while, it spotted a pitcher and surmised the pitcher to be containing water. Probability tree, figuratively, showed two branches to the crow. Either the pitcher was a hoax or a divine blessing, it thought. With a view to finding the reality and also with a slight hope of encountering the latter, it migrated towards the pitcher.
Fortunately, the pitcher had water in it. Since the pitcher was half filled, finding water couldn't pacify the crow entirely.

Seeing the water level beyond the reach of the it's beak, it started picking up the pebbles which were unnoticeably and insignificantly existing around the pitcher. After repetitively doing the same task, the crow felt an enthusiastic rhythm patting its back to keep on striving.

Having seen the level of water almost near the peak of the pitcher after a while, the crow without giving a second thought decided to break the rhythm by picking up a stone.

Treating the piece of stone similarly as it did to the pebbles led to a plot twist. Upon picking the stone up, the crow lost its balance and the stone entered its throat and the crow died.

Its last wish, somehow, was to drink water. Presumably that wish too was fulfilled since losing the balance made it fall into the half filled pitcher; a self made watery grave, it was.

Moral(s) of the story:

• There's not necessarily always a way even if there's a way
• You might end up achieving your goal even after your death. You have put a lot of effort, after all.