I was a little snake. To get through the winter, I disguised myself as a female and cozied up to a male snake to keep warm.
Spring arrived, and I was ready to leave with great joy: “Actually, I am also a male, so I can’t be your wife. I’m leaving now.”
But the male snake wrapped around me.
“We did everything, and now you are telling me that you are male? Too late, even if you are male, you still have to be my wife!”
