The Farmer and the Snake

One cold day, a farmer finds a snake. It is very cold. The snake does not move. The snake is almost dead. The farmer feels sad. He wants to help.

The farmer picks up the snake. He takes it home. He puts the snake near a warm fire. He thinks the fire helps the snake.

After some time, the snake gets warm. It gets strong again. The snake moves fast. It bites the farmer. The bite is bad. It has poison. The farmer feels very sick.

The farmer is hurt by the snake. He feels very sad. He thinks, "Helping some can make you sad later."

One cold winter day, a farmer came across a snake lying motionless and nearly frozen near his field. The snake appeared to be about to die due to the intense cold. Feeling sorry for the unfortunate creature, the farmer decided to help it.

The kind farmer gently picked up the snake and brought it to his home. He placed the cold snake beside a warm fire, hoping the heat would revive it. Gradually, the snake began to warm up and regain its strength.

As the snake got better, it unexpectedly moved and bit the farmer who had saved it. The bite was venomous, and the farmer quickly began to feel the effects of the poison.

The farmer, now realizing the danger of helping such a creature, felt very sad. As his condition worsened, he thought about the consequences of his actions, reflecting on how extending help to the wrong being could lead to regret.

Once upon a chilly winter day, so cold that even snowflakes wished they had little snowflake sweaters, a farmer was walking by his field. He saw a snake, lying on the ground like a frozen noodle.

The farmer said, "Wow, you're colder than ice cream!"

Feeling sorry for the snake that looked like it could become a snake popsicle, the farmer decided to play hero.

He told the snake, "Hang tight, Mr. Wiggly! Time for a warm-up!"

The farmer picked up the snake, as chilly as an ice cube, and took it to his cozy living room. There, he placed it near the fireplace, so warm it felt like summer in a box.

Slowly, the snake started to feel its wiggles come back. It moved like a bowl of jiggly jelly.

The snake cheered, "Yay! I'm back, baby!"

Feeling all sassy and full of life, the snake suddenly turned and bit the farmer faster than you can say, "Surprise!"

The snake giggled, "Haha! That's what you get for messing with my nap time!"

The farmer felt dizzy, as if he'd spun around too many times on a merry-go-round. He knew the bite was poisonous, not the fun kind of poison like in fairy tales.

The farmer shook his head, "Well, you sneaky snake, you sure flipped the script!"

Feeling more and more like he was floating, but not in a fun way, the farmer couldn't help but think.

He mused, "Maybe next time I'll just rescue a kitten or something less bitey."

And as he felt himself getting sleepier and sleepier, he wished he had just let the chilly snake chill.

Once upon a chill, a farmer found,
A snake so still, upon the ground.
Its body cold, its spirit weak,
The farmer felt he had to speak.

"I'll save you, snake, you'll be alright,"
He carried it from cold to light.
Before his hearth, the snake did lay,
Its icy chill began to sway.

With warmth returned, the snake felt fine,
Its scales took on a healthy shine.
But then it turned, a quick surprise,
And bit the man, right 'fore his eyes.

The venom spread, a toxic blow,
The farmer's face lost all its glow.
He sighed and said, as strength did fade,
"I wish I hadn't lent my aid."

With sorrow steeped, his eyes grew dim,
For kindness shown was turned on him.
The lesson here, please understand,
Not all you help will kiss your hand.