Lieutenant, that haircut is not regulation. Wipe off that silly grin, soldier! This is the army.Īhem. Discipline! Discipline was the thing! It builds character and all that sort of thing, you know. It was then I received the Victoria Cross, for bravery above and beyond the call of duty. Įsprit de corps! That's the way I earned my commission in the Mahajarah's 5th Pachyderm Brigade. Let's have a little more spit and polish on those bayonets. Soldier, remember in battle, that trunk can save your life. Well, then, I'll lay it on the line for you. Good, and ol' King Louie.that's me, can fix it for you. D'oh! Now, for the last time.GO TO SLEEP!!!! Man-cub, heh! Man-cub. So, you could look out for yourself, can you? So, you wanna stay in the jungle, do ya? Ooooh, this-ss-s will s-ss-slow down my s-ss-slithering. Hee-hee-hee-he's got a knot on his tail. Look, Bagheera! He's got a knot on his tail. Jus-ss-st you wait till I get you in my coils! īOTH eyes, if you pleas-ss-se! You have jus-ss-st s-ss-sealed your doom. mis-ss-stake! Look me in the eye when I'm s-ss-speaking to you! Ooooh, my s-ss-sinus-ss-s! You have just made a s-ss-serious-ss-s mis-ss-stake, my friend. Huh? Oh, yes, he will- Kaa?! KAA!!!! HOLD IT, KAA!!!! Oh, now, look, there's no use arguing anymore. Sleep little Man-cub, res-ss-st in peas-ss-se. Now, now, now please go to sleep, Man-cub! S-ss-say now! What have we here? It's a Man-cub, a deeliss-ss-see-aws-ss-s Man-cub. I'm not afraid, I can-I can look after myself. Mowgli and I have taken many walks into this jungle together. I know of a Man Village where he'll be safe. well, he's like my own son! Surely, he's entitled to the protection of the pack?īut, Rama, even the strength of the pack is no match for the tiger.īut the boy cannot survive alone in the jungle. The Man-cub can no longer stay with the pack. Now, are we all in agreement as to what must be done? Now, it is my unpleasant duty to tell the boy's father. Shere Khan will surely kill the boy, and all who try to protect him. This meeting was to change the Man-cub's entire future. Because Shere Khan, the tiger, had returned to their part of the jungle. Then, one night, the wolf pack elders met at Council Rock. I knew that someday he would have to go back to his own kind. He was a favorite with all the young wolf cubs of the pack. And I often stopped by to see how Mowgli the Man-cub, was getting along. I knew there'd be no problem with the mother, thanks to maternal instinct, but I wasn't so sure about Rama, the father. A family of wolves I knew had been blessed with a litter of cubs. It was many days' travel to the nearest man-village, and without a mother's care he would soon perish. This man-cub would have to have nourishment, and soon. Had I known how deeply I was to be involved, I would have obeyed my first impulse and walked away. It was a sound like one never heard before in this part of the jungle.
It all began when the silence of the jungle was broken by an unfamiliar sound. Many strange legends are told of these jungles of India, but none so strange as the story of a small boy named Mowgli.
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