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The Jungle Book

‘They fear me alone. They have good reason,’ said Kaa.
‘Chattering, foolish, vain—vain, foolish, and chattering,
are the monkeys. But a man-thing in their hands is in no
good luck. They grow tired of the nuts they pick, and

throw them down. They carry a branch half a day,
meaning to do great things with it, and then they snap it
in two. That man-thing is not to be envied. They called
me also—‘yellow fish’ was it not?’
‘Worm—worm—earth-worm,’ said Bagheera, ‘as well
as other things which I cannot now say for shame.’
‘We must remind them to speak well of their master.
Aaa-ssp! We must help their wandering memories. Now,
whither went they with the cub?’
‘The jungle alone knows. Toward the sunset, I
believe,’ said Baloo. ‘We had thought that thou wouldst
know, Kaa.’
‘I? How? I take them when they come in my way, but
I do not hunt the Bandar-log, or frogs—or green scum on
a water-hole, for that matter.’
‘Up, Up! Up, Up! Hillo! Illo! Illo, look up, Baloo of
the Seeonee Wolf Pack!’
Baloo looked up to see where the voice came from,
and there was Rann the Kite, sweeping down with the
sun shining on the upturned flanges of his wings. It was

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