It was a winter morning. Cold wind
was blowing. A farmer was going to his field. He found a snake half dead. He
took pity on the snake He put it in his basket and brought it home. He warmed
the snake with fire and gave it warm milk. It was all right with it and it got
quite well very soon. It began to play with the children of the farmer. One day
while playing with the children of the farmer, it spread out its fang and bit
one of them. The farmer realised his mistake. He H understood that an evil
always remain an evil. So he became very angry and killed the snake with a
stick, saying. Block will take on other hue.”
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