My Own Home

by fluteprincess95

My mother always told me stories about a boy who once lived in the forest. She even told me how he ended up coming to live in the same village I live in now. Of course I never believed a word of the story. That was until I was sixteen years old when my mother asked me to fetch some water from the river. Song Featured: "My Own Home" from The Jungle Book

This is a one shot using the song 'My Own Home' from the Disney animated film The Jungle Book. I wrote this during the school year and though it would be a cute story to post.
Human names used.
Characters: Hungry and Prussia
Song: My Own Home
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Enjoy!

My mother always told me stories about a boy who once lived in the forest. She even told me how he ended up coming to live in the same village I live in now. Of course I never believed a word of the story. That was until I was sixteen years old when my mother asked me to fetch some water from the river.

I was close to the river's edge about to put my clay container in the river when I first noticed him. His appearance was a lot different from everyone else in my village. He was pale as a ghost with red berry eyes and white hair. Compared to my tan skin, long brown hair and leaf green eyes, the boy stood out.

He was crouched down on the ground staring at me intently as if this was a game of predator and prey. Though it was easy to find him since his skin tone was so light.

I then had an idea. I began to sing a song my mother taught me not too long ago.

My own home, my own home
My own home, my own home

My mother told me that it was this same exact song which made the boy in the story some to our village. Now it is my turn to see if this song will bring this boy to the village.

Father's hunting in the forest
Mother's cooking in the home
I must go to fetch the water
'Til the day that I'm grown
'Til I'm grown, 'til I'm grown
I must go to fetch the water
'Til the day that I'm grown

I looked up and saw that the white haired boy was crawling closer to the river. Soon our eyes met each other and he immediately looked away, taking a step back. It was as if he was scared of me. Then again if I saw another human for the first time I would be too. I stayed a little bit longer than usual, casually sitting at the river's edge, my clay container almost floating in the water.
I then sang the last verse to my guest.

Then I will have a handsome husband
And a daughter of my own
And I'll send her to fetch the water
I'll be cooking in the home
Then I'll send her to fetch the water
I'll be cooking in the home

I finished the song with ease. I also noticed the boy standing close to the shore. Smiling, I finished filling the clay container with water and balanced it on top of my head and stood from my sitting position. This only made the boy came closer; probably was interested on how I did that. "You know I'm not going to hurt you," I tell him. I start walking back to the village. Every other step I looked back to see if he was going to follow but when he didn't, all I did was smile at him. I guess he was contemplating if following me was good or bad. Finally, I stopped at the edge of the village and turned around. The boy was right behind me, his eyes fixated on the pot on top of my head. I then led him to my village.