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rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui often goes mad,

                    and then he forgets fear and runs through the forest biting everything in his way.
                    Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad.

                    ‘Enter, then, and look,’ said Father Wolf stiffly, ‘but there is no food here.’

                    ‘For a wolf, no,’ said Tabaqui, ‘but for me a dry bone is a good feast. Who am I, just
                    a jackal?’ He scuttled to the back of the cave, where he found the bone of a buck

                    with some meat on it, and started munching on it merrily.

                    Tabaqui sat still, relaxed after a good meal, and then he said spitefully: ‘Shere
                    Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills
                    for the next month, so he has told me.’


                    Shere Khan was the tiger who lived near the Wainganga River, twenty miles away.

                    ‘He has no right!’ Father Wolf began angrily. ‘By the Law of the Jungle he has no
                    right to change his quarters without due warning. He will scare off every small
                    animal within ten miles, and I – I have to kill for my whole family.’


                    Mother Wolf said quietly, ‘He has been lame in one foot from his birth. That is why
                    he has only killed cattle. Now the villagers of the Wainganga are angry with him,
                    and he has come here to make our villagers angry. They will search the jungle for
                    him when he is far away, and we and our children must run when the grass is set
                    on fire.’

                    ‘Shall I tell him,’ said Tabaqui, ‘he is welcome to hunt here?’


                    ‘Out!’  snapped Father Wolf. ‘Out and hunt with your master. You have spoken
                    enough.’

                    ‘I go,’ said Tabaqui quietly. ‘You can hear Shere Khan below in the thickets. I don’t

                    need to speak anything more.’

                    Father Wolf listened, and below in the valley that ran down to a little river he
                    heard the dry, angry, singsong whine of a hungry tiger.





                     scuttled : ran with quick short steps               lame : unable to walk well because of

                     spitefully : in a deliberately unkind                      an injury to the leg or foot
                            way                                          snapped : spoke impatiently and
                     quarters : area                                            angrily

                     due : proper                                        thickets : bushes
                                                                         singsong : rising and falling
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