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.
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