O haste ! We -- we may catch them yet ! '' Baloo panted . `` At that speed ! It would not tire a wounded cow . Teacher of the Law -- cub-beater -- a mile of that rolling to and fro would burst thee open . Sit still and think ! Make a plan . This is no time for chasing . They may drop him if we follow too close . '' `` Arrula ! Whoo ! They may have dropped him already , being tired of carrying him . Who can trust the Bandar-log ? Put dead bats on my head ! Give me black bones to eat ! Roll me into the hives of the wild bees that I may be stung to death , and bury me with the Hyaena , for I am most miserable of bears ! Arulala ! Wahooa ! O Mowgli , Mowgli !
Why did I not warn thee against the Monkey-Folk instead of breaking thy XXXXX ?
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