The Last Drop
The Last Drop Kalu was not an ordinary crow. He was a survivor, a seasoned scavenger of the concrete jungle. It was the peak of mid-summer, and a brutal heatwave had gripped the city. Every puddle had dried up, the lakes were mud-cracked wastelands, and humans had stopped leaving water out. Kalu had been flying for hours. His throat felt like sandpaper, his vision was blurring, and his wings heavy as lead. He knew that if he didn't find water soon, the sky would become his graveyard. The Discovery Dehydrated and desperate, Kalu collapsed onto the balcony of an abandoned high-rise. There, in the shadows, sat a heavy glass pitcher. With the last ounce of his strength, he hopped onto the rim and peered inside. There was water. But it was pooling at the very bottom. He strained his neck, stretching his beak as far as it could go, but he missed the surface by inches. The Dilemma: Death was staring him in the face. He could give up and let the heat take him, or he could...
