The Jungle Book: Mowgli's Story Page #5

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- Shut up, Tabaqui!

I want revenge. I want the boy!

He wants the boy!

Well, you can't have him.

- That's right. Mowgli is our son.

Your son? Of course,

I see the resemblance.

Ouch!

Sarcasm.

He's one of us, one of the pack.

I'm gonna be a hunter.

- A hunter?

Don't make me laugh!

Have you all gone mad?

You can't hunt with man.

Man hunts you!

- Listen up, pussycat.

Mowgli's like a son to me

and everyone.

So if you mess with him...

- ... You mess with us.

So that's how it is.

OK, wolf boy, you take round one.

But one day, when you don't have

the pack watching,

or a fat bear or a confused cat

around to defend you,

I'll be waiting to even the score.

They say revenge

is a dish best served cold.

Ooh!

Revenge is ice cream.

I'll admit it. When he roared

and licked his chops, I was shaking.

But couldn't show fear

if I was gonna be made a hunter.

Brothers, you heard Share Khan

threaten my son.

That's why it's important

that Mowgli be trained as a hunter.

Mowgli, are you ready to join the

pack and to honor our traditions?

Yes, Dad. I'm ready.

- Good.

As leader of the Seeonee Wolf Pack,

I welcome Mowgli and Li'I Raksha

to the hunt.

Alright!

I can't wait!

I was definitely up

for learning to hunt.

It would earn me

the respect of the pack

and help

when it came to Shere Khan.

Bagheera got me started.

A big part of hunting is trickery.

Let's try and fool Chil

into flying over here.

Try the vulture call.

What was that? It sounded like

a pregnant water buffalo.

What? Sweetie,

I'm gonna be a dad?

You might want to work on that.

- Don't worry, I'll get it.

Forget trickery for now.

Focus on stalking and catching.

The key, Mowgli,

is to use all of your senses.

Your sense of sound.

Your sense of sight.

And last, but not least,

your sense of...

I got it! Pretty good one.

- ... Smell!

Bye, Mowgli.

Bag heera?

Kid, you need a bath!

- Bagheera!

That was a lesson

I'll always remember,

and a smell that I will never forget.

Exhausted from hunting lessons,

I'd collapse

in the safety of our cave,

hoping for a good night's rest.

But there was no escaping

my fear of Shere Khan.

As time Went on, Baloo Worked me

harder than Bagheera.

Snack time, kiddo.

- That guy left no log unturned.

Grubs, maggots and worms

are a great source of protein.

And they're delicious.

This is heavy.

What do you see under there?

Sorry, Baloo, there are no bugs

down under this one either.

What? Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Alright, come on.

I can't believe this.

How can I teach you to hunt

grubs and slugs and mealy worms

when there aren't any left

to eat? I mean, hunt?

I don't know. Maybe you should

just teach me to hunt fruit.

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