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The famous writer Rudyard Kipling was inspired by the greenery here and also by the friendly nature of people here with the animals. So decided to snap a story around an Indian boy who is lost in a Jungle and further consequences with the wild ani.
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Many strange tales
are told of this jungle.
But none so strange...
As the tale of the cub we call mowgli.
You must be the very
worst wolf I've ever seen.
Yeah, but if that branch didn't break,
i would've made it.
Crossing upwind,
breaking from your numbers.
If you can't learn to run with the pack...
One of these days,
you'll be someone's dinner.
- How'd we do?
- Not mowgli, again.
- He's nevergonna make the council.
- Let's go!
Race you to the top!
It was higher ground.
Wolves don't hide in trees.
I can't keep up with them, bagheera.
I tried. I just picked the wrong tree.
It was a dead tree.
How was I supposed to know
it was dead?
It had a fig vine.
Any tree girdled by a creeper
is either dead or close to it.
- These are things a wolf must know.
- Yeah.
But if the branch didn't break,
i would've made it.
I realise you weren't born a wolf...
But couldn't you at least act like one?
Bagheera'. When I found him...
Many years ago...
He was just an infant,
abandoned in the woods.
Get the deer!
If he
was going to survive...
I knew he needed a people.
A people to protect him.
That's why I entrusted him
to the wolves.
Look well, wolves.
Akela was
a just and noble leader.
He allowedmowgli to dwell
among them, all those years.
The trouble was, wolves grew so fast...
And mowgli...
Let's just say he liked to take his time.
Mowgli, pick me up high!
- My turn!
- Stop. Not now.
It was raksha
who raised him.
She was the only mother he ever knew.
- Come on, let's play!
- I don't feel like playing, gray.
Come on, you're my brother.
You have to play with me.
Let's go chase some mice.
How did it go?
Caught me again.
If it's meant to be...
It will be.
Let me hear the law.
'This is the law of the jungle...
'As old and as true as the sky.
'The wolf that keeps it will prosper...
'But the wolf that breaks it will die.
'Like the creeper that girdles
the tree trunk...
'The law runneth over and back.
'For the strength of the pack
is the wolf...
'And the strength of the wolf
is the pack.'
Soon,
the rain ceased to fall
and the dry season arrived.
Heat creptthrough the jungle...
Turning it yellow...
Then brown...
Then black.
But that year...
Was the driest season
that anyonecould remember.
Even the mohwa didn't flower.
My leaf.
This is mine. Mine, mine, mine.
There's a rock. That's mud. That's mud.
There's a rock. That's my rock.
That's my rock.
Nobody touches my rock.
There's another rock.
Two rocks. Three rocks.
Peace rock? Peace rock!
It's the truce! The water truce!
It's the water truce!
It had been
many, many years
since the peace rock was revealed...
And the watertruce was called.
Hunting at the riverbank
- was now forbidden...
Because, by law of the jungle,
drinking comesbefore eating.
So, you could come to the peace rock,
on a day like this...
And find all people side-by-side.
Don't forget.
No hunting.
Playing ony-
playing, only. I got it, ami.
And remember...
Not everyone here has seen
a man-cub in the jungle before.
So, behave yourself.
Okay, can I go now?
Take the pups with you.
Wait for me!
Come on, gray!
Oh, take a look at this guy.
Excuse me.
Sorry.
- He's walking on two legs.
- Don't stare.
Hey, look. A wild boar.
- And a rhino.
- And a mongoose.
Everybody's here.
Ls that a peacock?
- Ooh, a stick!
-Lkkl:
Oh, that's my stick.
Oh, that's my stick.
- I like this stick.
- Seriously, that's my stick.
- This is my stick.
- No, that's my stick!
- Let go of my stick!
-Lt's a water truce!
It's a water truce!
Sorry.
My bad! It's involuntary.
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