That a crow came to it. The crow hopped on the ground under the Little Mouse-Bird and pecked. The Little Mouse-Bird fluttered to the ground, and raised its little paws in greeting to the Crow. The Crow eyed the little Mouse-Bird beadily and nodded its black head.
The Little Mouse-Bird said to the Crow, "I have been flying for a long time, and I am very thirsty. Do you know where I could get a drink?"
The Crow spread its wings and flapped them and leaped drunkenly, ungracefully, into the sky, and flapped its wings harder, until the treetops shook.
"Whoop, whoop!" went the wings of the crow.
"Pheeesh!" answered the treetops.
And the tree tops scratched at the belly of the sky, and the sky laughed, and the wind went, "Sh sh sh-h-h!" under the belly of the sky.
And the clouds answered, and rumbled, and stumbled over.
And the lightning answered, "SHREEET!"
And the sky rolled over, giggling, and the thunder answered, "Hoom Broom."
And the lightning tickled the ground which opened up, "CRAACK!"
And the water answered with a hubble and bubble and hissed up from the ground.
And then the Little Mouse-Bird woke up, and fell out of the tree in suprise to see a little stream at the roots of the tree.
The Little Mouse-Bird thanked the Crow, and the trees and the sky and the lightning and the thunder and the ground for allowing the passage of the stream, and as it drank, a black-crow feather spiralled slowly out of the sky.