A lady is cursed by a bad fairy to turn into a loathsome serpent every Saturday. She meets a man, and they fall in love, and she says, "you can marry me, but don't visit me on Saturday, no matter what."
He responds, "Sure, sure, anything," and leaves her alone on Saturdays.
But his friends rag him about this. "What's up with your wife, what is she UP to on Saturdays?"
So he sneaks into her bathroom one Saturday and sees a giant snake in the bathtub, and runs away in disgust and abandons her.
Moral of the story: nobody can actually handle the snake. Nobody can be allowed to see the snake.
Of course that has to be the primary form of the story that is told, because it is a direct version of this basic fear, that if we are known, we will be reviled. But like Kierkegaard, I see other stories to unfold out of this one, that we might better comprehend its nature.