Chapter Six

The Race and Mother's Tales

Mile away at the Seeonee river, as Grey, Brown, and Golden with Mowgli are free exploring to themselves for break lesson. But they adjusted, had a little bit of fun, and got to take a little drink.

Golden sister and Brown brother went on playground, each chasing in overlap like dogs goes on running.

"Come and catch me, Brown!" Call the golden in over excited.

"I'm gonna to get you now," sang Brown.

As they all dash away in springs of spring like rabbits running to each other, like here in Heaven. Mowgli watches them all go and back and forth over and over as they leap to dance.

Grey Brother smiled.

"Huh, this is the life of Grey," he said in relaxed laziness, touching the grass as it grew lushly around him. "I love living in this jungle; I'll live here forever."

"Live in your dreams now little brother," he laughed in sly as he joined huddle. "Living here is our life's to live through it, and mostly in aught such that the wild life only keeps growing as we both die."

Mowgli terms by which includes of he sought to live and die in the jungle, as the frown was dull and needed more adventure here a whole of wide.

"I wish I could live forever," Mowgli murmured in a whisper.

Grey lifting of his face as he looked in rather as filling unhappy as before. And could not help it by misunderstanding how the mancub felt, at motives in thinking the ways of a jungle was his home.

"Mowgli, your face looks sad," he said gently. "I don't like seeing you look this way; it makes me worry for you. Please, tell me brother, what has been bothering you so I may better understand."

"I do not know Grey and I like things about me. I have barely been thinking about life for a short time, and I want to live longer as I want to see the whole jungle keep growing."

His thoughts on mortality mirror those of the animals; the wolf snapping at itself for overeating, causing stomachaches like frogspawn.

"Stop moping about that simpleton in overthinking about immortality and live forevermore crying out loud." Grey narrows for himself and tells him. "Life on this earth is a path of many great things that goes on forever in living the shortest life and death in endless."

Mowgli changed to a lesser gloom but returned normally informed. Grey carries wisdom and thoughtfulness to share a lot.

"My parents lived happily till show up for our den, and yet you've always been a whole family of a pack. And that means it is good to hear it then, you played with us in tackling and we wrestled."

Mowgli's laughter, like the sound of his younger brother, reminded him of the good times, even though he was now a naked boy living among wolves, and how rough at his brown skin.

Mowgli burst into laughter of joy and hugged him once more in the happiest days, and Grey smiled lovingly at him as he always did. The little wolf loved to watch over his human cub with kind eyes.

"Our Father and Mother may want it for us to spend with us all growing up, as we hunt together so much. And when we get older, I wanna have cubs soon."

Grey brother only imagined himself for the future of his children and mate will carry a new life, an future generation. Mowgli had loved to make his own family and become a dad and go hunting with a pack.

"Life spent is such a wondrous thing, for the whole world and yet the life we'd spend in our family's life span is the true meaning of life. Until we are both old and die as we live eternally within the jungle." it gave the boy praise of good fortune and cleared goods.

Their tragic events are most memorable of mobility in motionally in milk of kindness, and show Mowgli understood of that. Not a single tear comes from the eyes, but clearly regaining of.

"So you see, did you get to understand," Grey brother added in remarks. "Life and death is the meaning of source that we gotta get through it. And what Baloo and Bagheera tell you of things meant it this way."

Mowgli started in one memorised his thoughts and spoke and spun a great majority, as the word speech.

"Life in the jungle has been for we've been born, that we were born here in this world, till the we die. The jungle gives us eternal life as our bodies become our flesh and bones as the grass grows forever. And we become the jungle from trees, the grass, the flowers and evening the water, as it grants a new body as immortal."

A perfect slogan for work in metaphor, witty and outworked as great performance, a poet as work of fiction I may so. That is the treasure of all that Mowgli the Frog never forgets.

"So now that you have," he nuzzled the boy's face. "Tell you what Mowgli, when we get home as our dear Mother will tell us a story at night."

Mowgli and his siblings loved these stories when you are ready to bed and read bedtime stories while they sleep. Some good can cheer them for in fiddling comedy to make them laugh, but when there are spooky stories as they all creep around at nightfall if best behave.

The two brothers had enough in an hour as they were about to return home but firstly like they brother and sister need in other ways.

"I have an idea of how we tend to go home," Golden asked genuinely. "When we can about a race as you guess one to reach the end. We'll be the winner!"

Her eyes were sure to shimmer for a gold fur flow in breezes, and Brown went eager. The four them had exact of kinda challenges in winnings.

"Yah right!" Brown would take himself. "If that could let it come first, you be the last line."

"No you not, I'm first to the finish line that's why I run faster than ever," Golden boasted to her stared. "I wanna win myself instead of you being faster than me. I'm better than you ever will be."

Grey Brother rolled his eyes in awe of the young brother at his sister. Annoyance at the sister Golden gets teasing back at Brown in the best ways.

"No, I will be the winner," he says.

"I'm faster than you'll ever be," Golden says in better expression. "If you both keep on running to catch-up."

The chase is started as nobody can realise if they're no starter like you by ready, steady and go for running start's if they'd all line. Like rabbit has been run by hounds chases in round the loophole as the champion see's this win. If the rabbit caught by predator from a weasel grasping in teeth of hold. Golden ran for a start, as Brown went second in places. Grey ran in the third place of the seconds to give the pace to hurry.

"Why you little cheater, that's not how you're supposed to be when the race started," he declared at her.

"I never said it for a start in line, if you are catching so soon this time sucker," Golden teased his brother.

"Why you……"

Two of them galloping in each turn of speed to take its lead. Golden is the first, as she keeps them at bay as the Brown is behind, only to try out to look onto his face when he out bestest him. Grey was the third in rushes of four legs a lapse, and once he might be could eventually. Mowgli the last to try to keep going as the beating heart to catch them.

Far from it, as the wolves galavanting of the fumbling by paws and boy's feet as immediate across the jungle. They headed to the left side going to the hillside, as they really needed to take a piece around the corner. Goldie and Brown jumped off a fallen tree as one slipped off afterwards. Not Golden, not Brown, not even so Grey and the boy can fall down as do?

But Brown had a dirty trick in otherside take the root's sideways. He swapped passes the other in far sight seeing and fades away. Golden laughs at herself, thinking that he gave in.

Golden remains eased to running up on led away in east, as the Grey and Mowgli are grown on runnings such no given out is breath. Mowgli wasn't able to stop running by gasping.

"Tried to keep up boy's," she calls while showing off.

But the thick bushes in leaves burst out in front of hers, as they see Brown take the first run. Golden was unfairly of Brown's short path in progress.

"No fair, you also go to the shortest out!" She barks, as Brown loves to see embarrassment.

"Better you next time,"

"Why you—you. Get back here you're cheating jackal!"

And then they are off once more again. Grey kept up the good run, meaning of which as the sample of such in children's runs so verily fast in wind and blows, they travelled out the open jungle as Mowgli couldn't keep up.

He was getting nearly run out of air in lack of determination to lose the fast legs, and he pondered to slow himself, if he could run the vines to catch them.

Mowgli mustn't be given the running to slow down as he should've kept breathing in the running body by lungs and heart, as slacks in bare feet. Baloo says; that never stop running if you run with a pack. as long he does not become somebody else's dinner.

And he indeed, started to run in another solution as couldn't like a wolf. But he always had tricks on his sleeves, he ran up the tree and swung the vine as he did. Mowgli regaining his mile speed of high spread his wings often as he flies in gliding air. Hauling himself and swings another vine till reach a stepping.

"Go little brother, go!" Grey laughs at Mowgli for a better run.

He leaped on top of the arms of a tree branch in another and other bigger branches. The closer that's he gets, the closer they are to straight. And he yells to let hear the jungle calls. And comes down and the boy regains a runner point.

Golden and Brown awe their own as the youngest brother took over, the first of the winning, as the best mancub's in ramps of jogging. He takes the chance of run-through a dense area. And it wasn't as he raced to take places.

"Not fair Mowgli, you couldn't swing those vine as a wolf," boasted Brown as Mowgli kept on going.

"Well now, if you ever start to keep on the finish Brown, and I am sure of it that you can fast enough to keep up." That was the first step on his blast dashing away through the jungle, but as he to higher ground as he goes the runnings at these parts. I'm on the first run; he thought himself as cheery. I can do these tricks all-day.

He lands the branch and runs down the earth as well as springing in feet to feet, as Brown, Golden, and Grey are far behind them right his tail.

Mowgli must get going and get the Seeonee turf, as the rush of gale as his long hair flows fast.

As three siblings were running, Mowgli was the first to finish.

"That finish is mine," declared Golden.

"No I am going to finish, and there's nothing to stop me now," Brown barely snotted hers.

"I will!"

"I will!"

The two spilled on these conditions while busy alone in tasten them of both barking at each other. Grey narrowed himself again, as they're competition held heavily. But near the thickness of dark grass, leaves and bush went moving in sways and bristles passed.

The jungle was many, many areas in the oversight seeing trillions of places in the natural green world. Unlike him, he spends the time swinging through the jungle side by side. By surprised; the open jungle leads the side of Seeonee, as the he goes further in not like a hill of wolf's home, but rather, of something? He landed onto the ground as his only legs recovers it's tired struggles. As rushes out of thicker leaves and every plants pass him

But he came……. Stop himself.

Mowgli the mancub stopped and stood firmly, as he'd looked at, was near the middle of line ahead, stood still. There were two lines separate of betweens them and went far away through the deep distance. They look-like snakes, snakes with long agad bodies and it reaches endlessly and thought never ends. This curiosity of the boy crept on a little closer, as though he bent lower itself and thought he touched one snake that was moving. Alive maybe, and he simply pressed at his fingers, and felt that.

I never knew what kind of snakes were doing here out of this jungle before, Mowgli thought to himself in a tingle, But the touching of they're skins are so….. dead cold…… dead like in winter last year.

Cold and shoulders like that they've ain't moving to silver and rust by slithering it's curved bodies.

These might be the snake tracks, but what'd all lead for?

Mowgli saw birds flutter down in standing firms of cool steel as serpent longest of cool feet. Small lizard scuttled in travelling across the path, and disappeared back to the side jungle. As he didn't know the near sound of the call was coming from, and of their siblings as still at the race, and should get back now. And he turned back inside the dense rainforests, the boy never forgotten abouts a parts.

Mowgli ran back to the side as thrushes out of the running and until he noticed his brothers, and sister was still right behind them as he overheard fighting voices gaining in scattering a running.

"That race is mine to take defeat now!" yells Brown brother in mile run.

"Bite my tail, you furry brown scamp. You're still gonna lose big time!" Golden demanded, as he heard tumbling paws.

The boy's continuously fast feet, as the wolves was once again chance to take back the shooting of a wild boy remains large speed, but uneasily of course slipped a step one foot.

"Now I am on the lead now on," Golden chuckled, as storms in the distance.

Grey was with them as Mowgli got up on his feet as limping and caught up by holds. He is now at least one third or fourth as the last place among the same opponents at the risk of a runners pack.

The more the wolves carried to reach the ends of journeys as edge, the more than usual at their finals of gaming sport. Nearer after the end mile running with the pack, Mowgli's legs fade out and strengthen without a wolves power running spree.

There you can see here in some ways are paths of Seeonee lake and waterfalls in the makings of travelling by rivers endless. Two there are the other two wolves walking along as they pass them. The bird whatever is near at the upper hill and downer hill, as they jungle forests lead coordination in left or right, or maybe the middle and back, up and down. And finally went up outta open of others in each they remembered their den.

They saw the opening clearly in their own eyes and marks at the bottom of a hillside, and zoomed past the honey badger crossed paths without disrespect and made front to play this small thing, as the playground messed with it.

But Bagheera told the wolves to leave it alone or else snarled to prepare to offend self, with these claws and claws. And becoming jerked at the wolf by getting too close.

So they learnt their ways and showed respect, and carried along in their own paths, too stupidly.

At last; there was a small narrowed cave as they could see the Mother was napping herself as she enjoyed a peace and quiet, too quiet as no babbling or fight of their conflict.

This is because they've got a chance to ended this competition during this settlement.

Golden wants in first, Brown wants the sample of things, as the legs grow strength of the specialist.

Mother scans of seeing them coming, seeing both her children are hurling returned by their challenges if they play fair in square.

At last the running ended as two Brown and Golden reaches filled the stands and confidence of one winner.

"I won, I won this race!" Golden cheered in declaring.

"No you didn't win, I made it to the clearance!" Brown press headbutting on closers. "Nah ha! You however tried and cheated from the beginning of the game!"

"I'll only cheated, you turned and took the easiest root, so that makes you cheated!" Golden pushes back at him, as they are so annoying compared to both Grey and Mowgli shameful and embarrassed.

The barking grows intentionally older and merely snaps in showing the teeth and tongues show up.

"No I am!"

"I am!"

Grey Brother stops them by snapping at their brother and sister as it gets annoyed for they all fighting along. They totally make an argument agreeable, as Mother Wolf told the young cubs off of their behaviour.

"Stop it, both of you. I would start throttling you both, if you two stop complaining about it."

Mowgli joined with him, as they should be close friends and siblings.

"You're right Grey, we'd all act like children as a bunch of swine." Brown apologises to the old and the youngest siblings. Golden nodded to herself as the Mother was proud of the oldest son as how tough a wolf to be taught aways. Like Mother, like Son was it?

"Now it's selected now," he nodded himself, as walks along inside of their den with great compassion.

Mother Wolf was gladly calmly in self thoughts in whenever of comes and goes, as they've all returned went back inside the narrow entrance.

But unfortunately she looked at glimpses at its one left looking back then, as she felt something else has overseen his has bothered what?

Mowgli very own glances back in from a jungle by gazing in narrower of something else he never encountered in strange snake tracks like before. As she approaches slowly besides.

"Why are you so quiet and so looking now son?" She asked for him, as he changed back to normal and thought nothing.

"Huh— it's nothing, Mother," he lied as he walked inside.

Mother Wolf's suspicion of the boy's reaction, and thought it was normal self, if you know you are lying yourself and none concerns them.

Mowgli lay and stayed inside as Mother glimpsed back to these parts of a tree, and although he was hiding her. As the wolf scuttled inside.

Grey Brother told his Mother by nightfall if she could tell some stories. And she agrees with him.

As the talks goes with their in common like a favourite stories, but by near or outside of jungle, was compared by the eyes of watcher was narrowed in snared as it got away into fainted. Seeing of a Bengal stripes fades away, with deep purr to fade.

Later in the night they had dinner and dried up bone to pick. All of them are full and ready for night sleep.

But Mother Wolf kept the promise as a short tale.

"You all pups feel comfortable here," she says in preparation.

Mowgli, Grey, Golden and Brown nodded.

The excitement of wanting something is good at the story they choose from. If it's gonna be too boring, or something old or something made up. Their own tails went on an excitement that goes on firstly of their favourite.

If some folks say that children wouldn't go to bed, they only tell it in one story as they've good sleep for night, that only to shared in each generation. Likely the others, Mowgli and his three siblings want of their own to choose from is the best.

"Oh, I know—I know—I know, about the birds that have their own colours," says Golden at first.

"I think of that like spooky stuff," Brown raised the task.

"How the snakes becomes a king," spat Mowgli in excited.

"How about how did the wolf sing to howl," said Mother Wolf finally. The four of them were both hooked in her attention, as they also listened to her storytelling.

As she closes her own eyes and breathes calmly and thinks as tries to remember.

"Twas the night hour, as the moon is full," The Mother began. "Owl hooted in sounds of the hour, as the frogs croakers at their Lily pad by singing of its throat. Every animal had sounds of each one in single, the bigger tune, and the little tune. The elephant trumpet its trunks, as the lion and tiger both roared in bellowing as they sang their own song. But the problem comes when a wolf does not cry out his voice. He literally barks in one. And he embassies himself because his voice can never make these songs loud.

So he decided to go and ask the animals how he could sing. Firstly he went further into the jungle, met the elephant as tall and great and majestic.

'Excuse me,' say the wolf to the elephant. 'How does it make you all the noise from this?' 'I make my noise with my trunk,' says the elephant. 'And as I let out of my cry as my only nostrils breath a long way in, and let out,' He let out the noise of a whole jungle. He tried to blow in making noise by nose and let nothing burst. But it was not used by no blowing and trumps like an elephant. 'I didn't work,' the wolf added in pity. 'Your trunk works, but mine does not make sound, is something that I used to find my song?' Sadly the elephant had shook his head and did nothing for the wolf. 'I'm sorry, but I can do nothing for your song and your voice. You must go and find something that can help you.' And the wolf went away and went to deeper parts of a jungle."

Both were astonished as Mother spoke in a good fable, as Mowgli imagined a mind of image's.

She continues on with the story. "Next the wolf looked for the lion and tiger too, as he asked them politely. 'Can you show me how to make the noise as I find my song,' says the wolf to them. The lion and the tiger looked at each other, and gave a purring often gurgling. 'We roar and growl as our might of our voices of song.' they said together. 'We purr once in a while by barking and howling out loud out the jungle, trying it out.' So he did try to growling as did so, and bark. But the sound of a loud roar doesn't work at all. Sadly for the wolf it didn't roar like a lion, or a tiger. The wolf sadly down himself, and he added. 'It didn't work. I growled and I snarled and barked, but I didn't roar like my song. Can you two please if there's something that can help me to find my song.' Sadly both the lion and tiger lowered their heads in pity of the wolf. 'Sorry, I can do nothing to help you find your voice and song. You must go and find something that can help you.' And so he went away once more.'

This story is getting more and more interesting," whispers Brown, intrigued as the brothers and sister hush him.

She told a moment in a short capacity for breathing thinking and continued. "As the wolf travelled near the lake and met the frog whose croaks sang in its throat. As the frog flick the pink tongue shoots out as it eats the fly and gulps to swallow. The wolf approaches once and says 'Excuse me, how does the frog croak in those throats as you sing for the night for this little green.' The frog blinked and a deep voice just croaked. 'Go deeper and do the downing voice as you sound of the song as great singing.' The frog says ribbit. 'Do by rumble and burst a burps it's out, as the frog can sing in the swamp. Make it if you sing out.' So the wolf breathed into his lungs and his face by holding as the fumbling of let out a croaked. Unfortunately at least the croaks or ribbiting didn't have any worth in making a song. Nothing to use and he feels saddened himself for the wolf drops in deepest shame his own. 'Oh Dear!' says the wolf, 'It means that I am nothing but to cry and sad for nothingness without showing me how to sing.' the wolf mumbled and he whimpered as he let out whining like a child cub. He let out his sobbing and let out the sound of night, 'Baaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrkkkkkk!' he wept and more wept a lot in his looked shamed as he whinny on and on all across.

Mowgli and his siblings giggled with each other and enjoyed the sensibility, as they're Mother smiled and gleeful at seeing her.

'Just then, the honey bees overheard his cries as to what the fuss was about. As it approaches the wolf's ear, and whispers for what's wrong. 'What this is all of nothing mopping about,' it says to the wolf 'Why are there so many loud cries and whimpering like puppies to go and suck a thumb, stop complaining and tell us, what is wrong with you?!' He explained the problems little by little. 'I couldn't find my song because of what happened. I asked the elephant, so I took their advice. I couldn't trump like an elephant cause I have no trunk. T-then I asked the lion and tiger to find the same, so I could use it. But I didn't roar because my throat was sore. And I tried to do that but nothing did. And lastly I croaked like a frog,' the wolf boasted as he suggested that wanna to hear his voice. He bangs and whines as he goes on. And then, and then.' He pauses and suffers on the inside by barking and whining.

'I do not know how to siiiiinnnnnnngggggg!' he wept in whaling, as he sobs more for he goes even by suckling his thumb, and boasting, an complaining, an let out the whole world gone suffers it.

The honey bee had enough, till it stung him. 'Be quiet! And stopped it well.' it buzzed in front of the face of the wolf. 'If you wanna have a song for yourself, take the honey, take it and eat it as you swallow with your mouth!' So the wolf listens to the bee as it instructed. The bees knock them over and give it as he eats. He chewed and chewed, even more chewing with his teeth. Covered in sticky golden slime all over his swallow. 'If anything feels better now,' it asks his question. The wolf calmly generally replies to them. 'It maybe to make me feel better, but it's not making it sing out from on my throat.' 'Tried it out for your song, and bellowed to blow it as well.' So the wolf blew and bellowed with whistling of sound. Not a roar, or trumpeting, neither as croaking. But came in just like that as the bee promised him a sound of bellowing with 'Aaaaaaaaoooooooo' which echoed through the night as the moon shone down as the pale light showed the twinkle stars. It made it wonderful as his tail went wagging. It felt made him good and feeling of amazes of new voice instead as dream with. 'Now you got off your song, and can simply for your by calling, and howling by a gang of pack. And you go hunting, and you barely call singing of your songs, as you wanted to carry out.' He went a thrill tip toe and sort as when he laughed in jolly. 'Thank you, Thank you O very thank you very much indeed,' he went to hop himself. 'For now on I will carry my voice and sing to the moon, then I will show them and give them the voice of their own song as mine. And we all sing together at night while howling.' And yet he howled in one and one day as he showed to the pack, and gave it to his own voice and sang as the moon was fully light. And that's how we howl.'"

And yet he howled in one and one day as he showed to the pack, and gave it to his own voice and sang as the moon was fully light. And that's how we howl.'"

Within the words of a she-wolf as shown by her motherly attending of it came their old fable was accomplished as the wolf looked like her own children had swept. All the young wolves sleep and breathe without a rude snore, because they don't snore themselves in an hour.

Mother lies down of its head, as she simpler of gone away with her eyes closed and slept by dozing similarly are those her dreams. Except, for Mowgli was already up, and he couldn't stop thinking of bothering that strange anomaly that seemed on yesterday.

For split seconds a least