`` But think how small he is , '' said the Black Panther , who would have spoiled Mowgli if he had had his own way . `` How can his little head carry all thy long talk ? '' `` Is there anything in the jungle too little to be killed ? No . That is why I teach him these things , and that is why I hit him , very softly , when he forgets . '' `` Softly ! What dost thou know of softness , old Iron-feet ? '' Bagheera grunted . `` His face is all bruised today by thy -- softness . Ugh . '' `` Better he should be bruised from head to foot by me who love him than that he should come to harm through ignorance , '' Baloo answered very earnestly . `` I am now teaching him the Master Words of the Jungle that shall protect him with the birds and the Snake People , and all that hunt on four feet , except his own pack . He can now claim protection , if he will only remember the words , from all in the jungle . Is not that worth a little beating ? '' `` Well , look to it then that thou dost not kill the man-cub . He is no tree trunk to sharpen thy blunt claws upon . But what are those Master Words ? I am more likely to give help than to ask it '' -- Bagheera stretched out one paw and admired the steel-blue , ripping-chisel talons at the end of it -- `` still I should like to know . '' `` I will call Mowgli and he shall say them -- if he will . Come , Little Brother ! ''
`` My XXXXX is ringing like a bee tree , '' said a sullen little voice over their heads , and Mowgli slid down a tree trunk very angry and indignant , adding as he reached the ground : `` I come for Bagheera and not for thee , fat old Baloo ! ''
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