The Farmer and the Snake
ONE WINTER a Farmer found a Snake stiff
and frozen with cold. He had compassion on
it, and taking it up, placed it in his bosom.
The Snake was quickly revived by the
warmth, and resuming its natural instincts,
bit its benefactor, inflicting on him a mortal
wound. "Oh," cried the Farmer with his last
breath, "I am rightly served for pitying a
scoundrel." The greatest kindness will not
bind the ungrateful.
but that's not the snake's fault .. biting is her instinct .. it's what a snake does .. it's his fault that he forgot that ...
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