It was seven o'clock of a very
warm evening in the Seeonee hills when
Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest,
scratched himself, yawned, and spread
out his paws one after the other to get
rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips.
Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose
dropped across her four tumbling, squealing
cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth
of the cave where they all lived. "Augrh!"
said Father Wolf. "It is time to hunt
again." He was going to spring down hill
when a little shadow with a bushy tail
crossed the threshold and whined: "Good
luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves.
And good luck and strong white teeth go
with noble children that they may never
forget the hungry in this world."
It was the jackal--Tabaqui, the Dish-licker--and
the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because
he runs about making mischief, and telling
tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather
from the village rubbish-heaps. But they
are afraid of him too, ...
So, turn off that MTV and get your children
reading the words that will deepen their
soul and exalt their spirit as well as
your own. Check out the book from the
library!