He thought he saw some horses, too, and a clown, but it was the faces of all those dead raptors that really bothered him. And maybe that clown a little bit.
These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.
No child wants to fall off a jungle gym or slide. Accidents are an unfortunate fact of life, but to lower every last slide and jungle gym to a height that would only interest a toddler is doing our children a grave disservice.
Flaps: [feeling Mowgli's legs] Blimey! He's got legs like a stork, he has. Buzzie: Like a stork, yeah. But he ain't got no feathers, he ain't.
Winifred: Dear, haven't you forgotten something? Colonel Hathi: Nonsense, Winifred, old girl. An elephant never forgets. Winifred: Well, you just forgot our *son*!
Bagheera: Now, while you create a disturbance, I'll rescue Mowgli. Got that? Baloo: [dancing away] I'm gone, man. Solid gone. Bagheera: Not yet, Baloo!
[Baloo's monkey disguise in the ancient ruins has failed, exposing him] Monkey: It's Baloo the bear! Second Monkey: Yeah, that's him! How'd that square get in there?
You know, maybe we don't need enemies." "Yeah, best friends aree about all I can take.
And he grew and grew strong as a boy must grow who does not know that he is learning any lessons, and who has nothing in the world to think of except things to eat" (23).
Buzzie: [Baloo's being dragged holding on to Shere Khan's tail] You can let go now, Baloo. Baloo: Are you kidding? There's teeth at the other end!
The Brinktown jail is one of the most ingenious ever propounded by civic authorities. It must be remembered that Brinktown occupies the surface of a volcanic butte, overlooking a trackless jungle of quagmire, thorn, eel-vine skiver tussock. A single ...
From now on, I'm not doing anything I don't want to do! The world owes me happiness, fulfillment and success.... I'm just here to cash in.
Baloo: What do they call you? Bagheera: His name is Mowgli, and I'm taking him back to the man village. Baloo: Man village? They'll ruin him. They'll make a man out of him.
Mowgli: [to Kaa] Go away! Leave me alone! Kaa: [trying to get Mowgli to look into his eyes] Let me look at you. [Mowgli resists] Kaa: You don't want me to look at you? Then you look at me.
Mowgli: Hello. What are you doing? Junior: Shh. Drillin'. Mowgli: Can I do it, too? Junior: Sure, just do what I do. But don't talk in ranks. It's against regulations.
[Shere Khan watches Colonel Hathi and the other elephants look for Mowgli while tearing down a bunch of trees] Shere Khan: Element of surprise? Ho! I say. And now for my rendez-vous with the lost man-cub.
Akela: [to his fellow wolves about Mowgli] Shere Khan will surely kill the boy and all who try to protect him. Now, are we all in agreement as to what must be done? [the wolves nod] Akela: Now it is my unpleasant duty to tell the boy's father. Rama? ...
Life is short. The world is big. It awaits your exploration. If you're not living on the edge, you're just taking up way too much space.
History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That's why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices.
[after Mowgli pushes Kaa's coils off him the second and last time] Mowgli: [angry] You told me a lie, Kaa. You said I could trust you! Kaa: It's like YOU said: you can't trust ANYONE!
[Baloo is holding on to Shear Khan's tail as he's running] Buzzie: [Flaps and Dizzy have just saved Mowgli] He's safe now. You can let go, Baloo. Baloo: Are you kidding? There's teeth in the other end!
