I imagine this is how Mowgli felt when he first came into the Village, Messua thought to herself. Completely naked in the midst of the Jungle, she felt like she was in a surreal dream. The breeze passing unfettered over her body, the patterns the sun left on her smooth skin as it seeped through the leaves of the trees, the earth and grass beneath her feet - every sensation reminded her of her potentially very vulnerable state in an unfamiliar world. But she was not truly afraid, for leading her by the hand was Mowgli, who having grown up in the Jungle, knew it like the back of his hand and would ensure her safety during this visit. They still
"Mowgli," said Bagheera, "I hate to interrupt your treasured playtime, but there is something I wish to speak to you about. No, you are not in trouble − in fact, it is really quite an honour for you. What I am about to say, I have preferred to keep hidden from many."
The man-cub in question had been swinging to and fro by his legs, upside down, on a low branch, his arms crossed proudly and his hair hanging. Upon hearing the black panther, who had played a large role in teaching him the ways of the Jungle, he quickly jumped down and lay down beside him on the grass. He valued his playtime indeed, but also loved to learn and discover new