THIRSTY CROW STORY IN THE FUTURE                                       TENSE



why most stories are told to us in the past tense as history?

     Sometime in the future, there will be a crow.  This crow will be very thirsty. He will start searching for water on dry land. Soon after some time, he will find a pot with very little water. His beak will not reach the water inside so he will put small stones in the pot to make the water rise up. After that, he will drink water and he will live happily ever after. Not the end.

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