THE DHIMMI AND THE SPIDER

Once upon a time, a dhimmi on his way home heard a feeble voice calling "Help! Help!" He looked round, took a careful step or two then realised that the sound was coming from a large tree. He asked in amazement: "Who's that calling?" And a voice replied,
"It's me. The wind blew my web away ! Please help me. Pick me up ! The dhimmi then asked:

"But who are you?"

"I'm a poor spider," came the reply.

"A spider? But if I pick you up, you will bite me."

"No, no, I promise I won't. Help me, please!" The dhimmi allowed himself to be persuaded and he picked the spider up. . . and it bit him. The man jumped back and cried,

"Why did you bite me?" The spider replied,

"THAT'S WHAT SPIDERS DO."