вЂњShall I tell him of your gratitude?вЂќ said Tabaqui. Indeed, we are very grateful to Shere Khan!вЂќ They will scour the jungle for him when he is far away, and we and our children must run when the grass is set alight. Now the villagers of the Waingunga are angry with him, and he has come here to make our villagers angry. вЂњHe has been lame in one foot from his birth. вЂњHis mother did not call him Lungri for nothing,вЂќ said Mother Wolf quietly. He will frighten every head of game within ten miles, and I-I have to kill for two, these days.вЂќ

вЂњHe has no right!вЂќ Father Wolf began angrily-вЂњBy the Law of the Jungle he has no right to change his quarters without due warning. Shere Khan was the tiger who lived near the Waingunga River, twenty miles away. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.вЂќ вЂњShere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. Tabaqui sat still, rejoicing in the mischief that he had made, and then he said spitefully: It pleased him to see Mother and Father Wolf look uncomfortable.

Now, Tabaqui knew as well as anyone else that there is nothing so unlucky as to compliment children to their faces. вЂњHow beautiful are the noble children! How large are their eyes! And so young too! Indeed, indeed, I might have remembered that the children of kings are men from the beginning.вЂќ вЂњAll thanks for this good meal,вЂќ he said, licking his lips.

Who are we, the Gidur-log, to pick and choose?вЂќ He scuttled to the back of the cave, where he found the bone of a buck with some meat on it, and sat cracking the end merrily. вЂњFor a wolf, no,вЂќ said Tabaqui, вЂњbut for so mean a person as myself a dry bone is a good feast. вЂњEnter, then, and look,вЂќ said Father Wolf stiffly, вЂњbut there is no food here.вЂќ We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee-the madness-and run. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. It was the jackal-Tabaqui, the Dish-licker-and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.вЂќ вЂњIt is time to hunt again.вЂќ He was going to spring down hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: вЂњGood luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived. It was seven oвЂ™clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his dayвЂ™s rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. IвЂ™m going to be breaking up the text into episodes of about 15 minutes each, otherwise these are the wonderful words that flowed from the pen of Rudyard Kipling.ДЄnd I am delighted to dedicate the first part to StorynoryвЂ™s listener, Mira, in Malta, who supports us on Patreon. If you have ever seen the film by Disney, you will know that MowgliвЂ™s great enemy is Shere Khan, the lame, man-eating tiger. They tell the tale of a child who was brought up by wolves in the Indian Jungle - and may even be based, rather loosely, on some real life tales of wolf-kids. Hello, This is Richard, and IвЂ™m going to be reading from the famous Mowgli chapters from the Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling. Mowgli boy in jungles with different plants and lianas, watercolor paintingsStorynory Presents

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