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Here is one versions of an old Cherokee legend that I heard in Boy Scouts many years ago:
Once upon a time there was a young boy who wanted to climb a mountain to see the view from the top. He climbed and climbed and when he finally reached the top he heard a small voice that said, “help me, help me, I’m cold.” He looked around and final saw a snake huddled under a rock.
“What’s the matter snake?” he asked.
The snake answered, “I climbed up here to see the view but it’s so cold I can’t get back down. Please put me in your pocket and take me back down with you where it's warm.”
“But you are a snake, you will bite me” the boy answered back.
"No, no, I promise not to bite you if you’ll just help me” cried the snake.
So the boy picked up the snake and placed it in his jacket pocket and climbed back down the mountain. When he reached the bottom he took the snake out his pocket and laid it on the ground. The snake, enjoying the warm air below, wriggled around, coiled, then struck the boy on the leg.
“Hey!!” shouted the boy. “You promised not to bite me if I brought you down the mountain.”
And the snake replied, “you knew what I was when you picked me up.”
Once upon a time there was a young boy who wanted to climb a mountain to see the view from the top. He climbed and climbed and when he finally reached the top he heard a small voice that said, “help me, help me, I’m cold.” He looked around and final saw a snake huddled under a rock.
“What’s the matter snake?” he asked.
The snake answered, “I climbed up here to see the view but it’s so cold I can’t get back down. Please put me in your pocket and take me back down with you where it's warm.”
“But you are a snake, you will bite me” the boy answered back.
"No, no, I promise not to bite you if you’ll just help me” cried the snake.
So the boy picked up the snake and placed it in his jacket pocket and climbed back down the mountain. When he reached the bottom he took the snake out his pocket and laid it on the ground. The snake, enjoying the warm air below, wriggled around, coiled, then struck the boy on the leg.
“Hey!!” shouted the boy. “You promised not to bite me if I brought you down the mountain.”
And the snake replied, “you knew what I was when you picked me up.”
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Their forked tongues cause trouble with the vowels. They can only manage the sibilant consonants.
