Story by: Aesop

Source: Aesop's Fables

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High in an ancient oak tree that stood at the edge of a sun-drenched meadow, a sleek black crow had built her nest. She was known among the woodland creatures for her sharp wit and resourcefulness, qualities that had served her well through many seasons.

One particularly hot summer day, the crow had been searching for food since dawn, but with little success. The ground was baked hard by the relentless sun, driving worms deep beneath the surface. The berry bushes had been picked clean by other birds, and the farmers in nearby fields were vigilantly guarding their crops against hungry visitors.

By midday, the crow’s hunger had grown sharp, and she perched on a high branch, surveying the landscape with her keen eyes. “There must be food somewhere,” she thought to herself. “I just need to look more carefully.”

As she scanned the meadow below, a flash of movement caught her attention. There, slithering through the tall grass, was a long, slender snake with distinctive markings that the crow immediately recognized. It was a venomous snake, one whose bite could bring swift death even to creatures much larger than herself.

Many birds would have flown away at the sight of such a dangerous predator, but the crow remained on her perch, watching with intense curiosity. Her hunger made her bold, and her intelligence made her thoughtful.

“That snake would make a fine meal,” she considered, “but those venomous fangs make it too dangerous to attack directly. There must be a way to enjoy such a feast without risking my life.”

The crow continued to observe as the snake moved through the grass, occasionally stopping to bask in patches of sunlight. She noticed how it would occasionally raise its head to flick its forked tongue, tasting the air for signs of prey or danger.

As she watched, an idea began to form in her clever mind. She remembered seeing humans in the nearby village using long sticks to move dangerous things, keeping themselves safely out of harm’s way. Perhaps she could adapt this technique to her own needs.

With her plan taking shape, the crow took flight, circling the meadow in search of the right tools. First, she needed to find a suitable branch – not too heavy for her to carry, but strong enough for her purpose. After inspecting several fallen limbs, she selected a straight stick about twice her length, with a slight fork at one end.

Next, she flew to the edge of the village, where humans often discarded items they no longer needed. There, amid the cast-offs, she found a small piece of leather, tough but flexible, which had once been part of a shoe.

Carrying these treasures back to her tree, the crow set to work. With her sharp beak, she shaped the leather into a crude but effective sling, which she attached to the forked end of the stick. She tested her creation, finding that she could manipulate it well enough despite its unwieldy size.

Now prepared, the crow took flight once more, carrying her tool as she searched for the snake. She spotted it again, now coiled beneath a bush at the meadow’s edge, enjoying the afternoon warmth.

The crow landed some distance away, not wanting to alert the snake to her presence too soon. Carefully, she approached on foot, the stick extended before her. Her heart beat rapidly with both hunger and apprehension, but her movements remained deliberate and precise.

When she was close enough, the crow extended the stick toward the snake, maneuvering the leather sling near its body. The snake, sensing movement, raised its head alertly, its tongue flicking rapidly as it assessed this strange approach.

With a quick, decisive movement, the crow flipped the leather sling over the snake’s head and upper body. The startled reptile began to thrash, but the crow quickly used the stick to pin the snake’s head firmly to the ground, keeping those dangerous fangs safely immobilized.

Now came the most delicate part of her plan. Still keeping pressure on the stick, the crow hopped closer and seized the snake just behind its head with her strong beak. With one powerful snap, she broke the snake’s spine, ensuring it could no longer strike.

Only then did the crow release her improvised tool and begin her well-earned feast. Other birds nearby watched in amazement at the ingenuity they had witnessed.

A young robin, who had observed the entire episode from a nearby bush, flew down as the crow was finishing her meal.

“How did you know to make a tool like that?” the robin asked in wonder. “I’ve never seen any bird hunt a snake that way before.”

The crow looked up from her meal. “I watched and learned,” she replied simply. “I saw the danger in attacking the snake directly, but I also saw how humans use tools to keep dangerous things at a distance. I adapted what I observed to solve my own problem.”

“But weren’t you afraid?” persisted the robin. “That snake could have killed you with a single bite.”

“Of course I was afraid,” admitted the crow. “Fear is natural when facing danger. But hunger is a powerful motivator, and I didn’t let fear stop me from thinking clearly. I respected the snake’s deadly abilities, which is why I created a way to hunt safely.”

“So you weren’t just being brave?” asked the robin.

The crow made a sound that might have been laughter. “True bravery isn’t about ignoring danger, young one. It’s about acknowledging the risk and finding a smart way to overcome it. Any bird can be reckless, but it takes intelligence to be successfully brave.”

The robin considered this wisdom. “I suppose that’s why crows have such a reputation for cleverness.”

“We’ve learned that when strength or speed isn’t enough, ingenuity can find a way,” the crow replied. “Remember that when you face your own challenges.”

As the sun began to set, the crow flew back to her nest in the ancient oak, her hunger satisfied not just by the meal, but by the satisfaction of having solved a difficult problem through careful observation and creative thinking.

Moral: When faced with dangerous challenges, intelligence and careful planning are often more valuable than direct confrontation. Adapting knowledge from different sources can help us find innovative solutions to difficult problems.

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