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I. Story One: Mowgli’s Brothers
It was a warm evening in the Seeonee hills of India. Father Wolf woke up from his day’s sleep and yawned. Mother Wolf lay with her big grey nose over her four little cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of their cave.
Just then a small shadow with a bushy tail came to the door. It was Tabaqui the jackal, a kind of small wild dog. Tabaqui ate rubbish from the villages and carried bad news from one animal to another. The wolves did not like him.
“Shere Khan, the Big One, is going to hunt in these hills for the next month,” said Tabaqui. “He told me so himself.”
Shere Khan was the tiger who lived near the Waingunga River, twenty miles away.
“He has no right!” said Father Wolf angrily. “The Law of the Jungle says that he must warn us first.