A princess is walking in the desert and sees an injured snake on the ground, very close to death. She carefully picks it up, puts it in her basket and takes it home.
She nurses the snake back to health, giving it the best food, spending money on the best doctors, tending to it for hours every day.
One day she opens the snake's basket to give it some food and it bites her on the hand. As she lay dying from the poison, she cries out, "My beloved snake! I have fed and nursed you, brought you back to health from certain death in the desert! Why have you stricken me so?!"
And the snake replies, "Bitch you knew I was a snake."
The moral of the story?
What do you think?