By Aesop
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It was high noon. The sun burned bright and hot in the sky. The ground was baked and dry. In the burning heat, a Crow was standing on the hard ground. He tried to move his wings, but he could not fly. In fact, he could barely move at all.

"I'm so weak," he said to himself. "I'm afraid that I'm going to die of thirst."

The Crow walked on the hot, dry ground. The earth burned his feet. "Ah! My feet are on fire," he said to himself. As he moved slowly forward, he came...