Wolf 's brat ! Jungle demon ! Go away ! Get hence quickly or the priest will turn thee into a wolf again . Shoot , Buldeo , shoot ! '' The old Tower musket went off with a bang , and a young buffalo bellowed in pain . `` More sorcery ! '' shouted the villagers . `` He can turn bullets . Buldeo , that was thy buffalo . '' `` Now what is this ? '' said Mowgli , bewildered , as the stones flew thicker . `` They are not unlike the Pack , these brothers of thine , '' said Akela , sitting down composedly . `` It is in my head that , if bullets mean anything , they would cast thee out . '' `` Wolf ! Wolf 's cub ! Go away ! '' shouted the priest , waving a sprig of the sacred tulsi plant . `` Again ? Last time it was because I was a man .
This XXXXX it is because I am a wolf .
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