ONE WINTER a Farmer found a Snake stiff and frozen with cold.
He had pity on it, and taking it up, placed it in his basket.
The Snake was quickly revived by the warmth, and resuming its natural instincts, bit the Farmer, inflicting on him a mortal wound.
"Oh," cried the Farmer with his last breath, "I am rightly served for pitying a scoundrel."
Moral: The greatest kindness will not bind the ungrateful.