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Chilling Out the Jungle
Mowgli wanted all of the animals to get together and be friends. He enlisted the help of Bagheera, who said they would have to make amends. Baloo was ready, for he has the easy, generous heart of a happy bear. Now how to get all of the animals to agree and get there? Let’s play some Bob Marley, Bagheera suggested. A terrific idea! With that kind of music, they could even get the pygmy hog Leah. Kaa was one of the first to arrive, and began to dance off his pants. Watch it! a tweedle bug said. You are stepping on African plants! There was some discussion now about whether Shere Khan could come. Come on! Mowgli urged! That sour sarcastic striped guy needs some fun! So they sent out the invite, and out of the forest he came with a roar. Pretty soon he was dancing his stripes off, without any tasting or gore. Bob Marley’s reggae chilled the entire jungle out that day and the next. We all discussed it, tasting Haki juice which made some of us vext. Was Shere Khan really here? I asked a pygmy hog nearby. Who cares? He grunted, running off with the last pumpkin pie.
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