The beginning
Some drabbles I about of what could it been if bagheera had chosen a different approach to get Mowgli come to the man village
Bagheera was not having a good day he was in charge of this pampered man-cub, that was kicking his face by the way, was refusing to go along.
They were going to the man village to keep him safe! But no he has to be a brat and refuse he was holding a tree with deseperation as he pulled him by the loincloth. Even if won this tug of war he would probably just run away at the first chance he got. Then it hit him. It was so simple! Why he hadn´t thought this before?
Mowgli was trying to hold the best he could and then it stopped. -Well Mowgli you win if you don´t want to go to the man-village then so be it.- Bagheera said passing next to him. He won! Just then he felt the breeze horrifeid he saw his loincloth dangling teasingly from his tail.
Bagheera give that back -the child said a bit red -But I thought you wanted to be a animal so I just cut clean your last bond to humans if you want it back then accopany me- He said while he dissapeared in the shadows of folliage with a tone and smile that would make the chesire cat proud. Leaving a naked and embarrased Mowgli alone in the jungle.