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Once there was a crow who had grown so thursty he could barley caw. He flew down a big pictcher where he had gotten a drink of water the day before, but there was only a little bit of water remaining at the bottom. He tried and tried to reach it with his beak, but the pitcher was to deep and his beak was to short. But just as he was about to give up, he knew what to do. He flew back and froth from the garden to the pitcher untill he was able to drink easily from the pitcher while sitting on it edge.

What did the crow do?