“So, there’s a crow, and he’s really thirsty, and he’s flying around looking for water, and it’s a hot summer day. So he comes across this pot, and because pots usually have water in them, he flies down to the pot. So the crow finds water in the pot, but he can’t safely reach it, so he thinks about how he can get the water safely. So he finds some pebbles around the pot and decides to start throwing them into the pot, slowly raising the water level of the pot until he can safely drink from it.”
What I found really fascinating about this folk story wasn’t just the story itself, but the fact that the informant didn’t have anything to say regarding the moral or meaning behind the folk story. This is a great example of folk stories being passed down but the meaning being lost from generation to generation. The meaning that I took away from it as a listener is that intelligence should be valued just as highly as strength, because, in the end, the crow didn’t get to drink the water because of his strength but because of his intelligence.
For another version of this folk story, see Aesop’s Fables “The Crow and The Pitcher”.