TITLE : Black Will Take No Other Hue
Once in a cold winter morning when a villager was going to his field he found a snake half dead with cold, lying by the side of the road.
He felt a great pity for the miserable snake. He put it into his basket and brought it home. He placed it with care by a fire-place, gave it warm milk and made it comfortable.
It was all right with it and it got quite well very soon. It began to ply with the children of the farmer.
For some time it played and behaved very well.
One day while playing with the children of the farmer, it bit one of them. Now he farmer realized his mistake. Actually, what was inherent in its blood could not go off. He understood that an evil always remains an evil. So he became very angry and killed the snake with his a stick.
“Oh,” cried the farmer with his last breath, “I am rightly served for pitying scoundrel. The greatest kindness will not change the ungrateful”.
Then he started saying “Black will take no other hue, Black will take no other hue”.