A Snake, having made his hole close to the porch of a cottage,
inflicted a mortal bite on the Cottager's infant son. Grieving over
his loss, the Father resolved to kill the Snake. The next day,
when it came out of its hole for food, he took up his axe, but by
swinging too hastily, missed its head and cut off only the end of
its tail. After some time the Cottager, afraid that the Snake would
bite him also, endeavored to make peace, and placed some bread
and salt in the hole. The Snake, slightly hissing, said: "There can
henceforth be no peace between us; for whenever I see you I
shall remember the loss of my tail, and whenever you see me
you will be thinking of the death of your son."
No one truly forgets injuries in the presence of him
who caused the injury.
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)