Joseph Rudyard Kipling. Mowgli (№ 457051)

- Do I want to? - she said. - He was hairless, hungry, came at night, all alone, and yet he was not afraid. Look: he pushed one of my children away! This lame villain would have killed him and fled to Wengung; People would come to us and destroy all our lairs in revenge. Do I keep it? Well, of course. Lie down, lie down, little frog, oh you, Mowgli... Yes, yes, I will call you Mowgli the frog... and someday you will hunt Shere Khan as he hunted you.