Ingratitude

One winter's day, a woodsman saw a snake lying nearly dead in the snow. He picked it up, put it inside his shirt to keep it warm, and hurried home. He lay the snake in front of the fire, where it gradually warmed up and revived. One of the woodsman's children reached down to pet it, but the snake reared back to strike. The woodsman seized his axe and chopped off the snake's head.

"Ah," said he. "There's no gratitude from the wicked."

-Today in the Word