Once there was a . One day, it began to snow. It was frozen by the cold. It could not crawl. A villager was passing by the way. He felt pity for the . He took it to his home. He warmed it near the fire. Then the regained the power and began to crawl. The villager’s children were living near the fire to warm themselves. The darted them. Fortunately, they escaped unhurt. The villager took a stick and killed the .

: We must not be ungrateful.