The Farmer & 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 bound the ungrateful.


Aesop’s Fables – μύθους του Αισώπου

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Shirley Jackson: What nightmares are waiting

What nightmares…

Alternative Lyrics: Wuthering Heights

“Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy I’ve come home, sprink-oah-hahoahl! Let me in a your ice-cream cone.” I like to imagine she’s just so excited for ice cream as she’s spinning around that field… Song: Wuthering Heights – Kate Bush

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