"Do you wish so many nuts?" she asked. "Try taking out a few at a
time."
Albert did as his mother told him to do, and found that he could
easily get the nuts.
"When you get into trouble again, my son, stop and think of a way
out, instead of screaming," said his mother.
THE CROW AND THE PITCHER
No rain had fallen for many weeks. All the small streams and the
ponds were dried up.
An old crow had been looking for water all the morning. At last he
found some in a pitcher in a garden. He flew down to it and thrust
in his bill; but he could not reach the water.
He walked around to the other side and tried again; but he could
not get a drink. Oh, how very thirsty he was! It seemed as if he
should faint.
"I must have that water. I will have it," he said.
Again he stretched his neck into the pitcher. No, he could not
reach it.
He stopped a second and seemed to be thinking; then he said, "I
will break the pitcher. My bill is strong and hard." So he gave
the pitcher a hard thump. It did not break. He "thumped! thumped!
thumped!" first here, then there. What a strong pitcher that was!
It did not even crack.
"This will not do," he said. "I must try some other plan. I am big
and strong. I will tip the pitcher over.
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