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Only
thy
coat
is
lacking
before
I
keep
my
word
With
the
knife
,
with
the
knife
that
men
use
,
with
the
knife
of
the
hunter
,
I
will
stoop
down
for
my
gift
.
Waters
of
the
Waingunga
,
Shere
Khan
gives
me
his
coat
for
the
love
that
he
bears
me
.
Pull
,
Gray
Brother
!
Pull
,
Akela
!
Heavy
is
the
hide
of
Shere
Khan
.
The
Man
Pack
are
angry
.
They
throw
stones
and
talk
child
's
talk
.
My
mouth
is
bleeding
.
Let
me
run
away
.
Through
the
night
,
through
the
hot
night
,
run
swiftly
with
me
,
my
brothers
.
We
will
leave
the
lights
of
the
village
and
go
to
the
low
moon
.
Waters
of
the
Waingunga
,
the
Man-Pack
have
cast
me
out
.
I
did
them
no
harm
,
but
they
were
afraid
of
me
.
Why
?
Wolf
Pack
,
ye
have
cast
me
out
too
.
The
jungle
is
shut
to
me
and
the
village
gates
are
shut
.
Why
?
As
Mang
flies
between
the
beasts
and
birds
,
so
fly
I
between
the
village
and
the
jungle
.
Why
?
I
dance
on
the
hide
of
Shere
Khan
,
but
my
heart
is
very
heavy
.
My
mouth
is
cut
and
wounded
with
the
stones
from
the
village
,
but
my
heart
is
very
light
,
because
I
have
come
back
to
the
jungle
.
Why
?
