I read a huge number of books when I was a child, but for some reason, I seem to have missed basically all of the classics. The Jungle Book is one of those missed classics, so it was a Gutenberg project download which eventually helped me to catch up, at the age of 24, on another children’s classic.
Run with them. Or fear them–
Bagheera the Panther: A silken shadow of boldness and cunning.
Kaa the Python: A thirty foot battering ram driven by a cool, hungry mind.
Baloo the Bear: who keeps the lore and the Law, and teaches the Secret Words.
Rikki the Mongoose: The young protector who sings as he slays.
Akela and Raksha the Wolves: Demon warriors of the Free People.
Shere Khan the Tiger: The dreaded enemy of all.
And Mowgli the Man-cub: The orphan baby raised by the wolves, taught by Baloo, trained by Bagheera and Kaa. The sorcerer who knows the ways of the jungle and speaks the language of the wild…
I never realised before that The Jungle Book is a collection of short stories and not, in fact, a novel. It’s set out much like many other collections of short stories, with a moral at the end, and a variety of characters. Mowgli, Baloo, Bagheera, Shere Khan, etc., who I would be familiar with from the Disney film, are not the only characters to appear in these stories, so I was more than a little surprised.
Nonetheless, a collection of pretty engaging short stories, which I enjoyed, but didn’t love.