Heartbroken, Mommy Sparrow let out a sorrowful cry, "Cray, cray, cray," her voice filled with anguish and frustration. Tears welled up in her eyes, dripping silently into a nearby pitcher of water, into which her fallen food had unwittingly plunged. Perching on the rim of the pitcher, she peered inside, her gaze reflecting her disappointment and helplessness.
"Drip, drip, drip," the tears fell, creating tiny ripples that danced upon the water's surface, mirroring her sorrow. With a flicker of hope, she tapped her beak against the pitcher, a rhythmic "Tik, tik, tik" resonating in the air, her desperate attempt to raise the water level and retrieve her precious sustenance.
Yet, despite her relentless efforts, the water remained unmoved, refusing to yield to her plea. As the sun neared the horizon, casting a warm, hazy glow, the cries of her hungry nestlings reached her ears, growing fainter with each passing moment.
