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![]() You can read it, with the original illustrations by W. Reading the story now, so many years on, I’m struck by Kipling’s descriptive powers “… a noise as faint as that of a wasp walking on a window-pane – the dry scratch of a snake’s scales on brick-work.” And my heart weeps afresh for Chuchundra, the sad little musk-rat who “whimpers and cheeps all the night, trying to make up his mind to run into the middle of the room. But we were cosy and cosseted by the fire there were no snakes in the English Midlands. There was something so exotic about the names of Rikki-tikki-tavi the mongoose and Nag and Nagaina the cobras, killed by Rikki-tikki to protect his young master, Teddy. My memories are about comfort and excitement in equal measure. His reading to me kindled my love of stories, short and long. ![]() ![]() I still have the red leather bound edition of The Jungle Book from which my father read to me and my brother when we were children. ![]()
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