📘 ❞ Rikki-Tikki-Tavi ❝ قصة ــ Rudyard Kipling اصدار 2015
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█ _ Rudyard Kipling 2015 حصريا قصة ❞ Rikki Tikki Tavi ❝ 2025 Tavi: Tavi by Kipling Rikki was inspired by the ancient Indian fables in Panchatantra, Book Five An illustration for story author Kipling At hole where he went in Red Eye called to Wrinkle Skin Hear what little Red saith: "Nag, come up and dance with death!" Eye eye head head, (Keep measure, Nag ) This shall end when one is dead; (At thy pleasure, ) Turn turn twist (Run hide thee, ) Hah! The hooded Death has missed! (Woe betide Nag!) This of great war that tikki tavi fought single handed through bath rooms big bungalow Segowlee cantonment Darzee, Tailorbird, helped him, Chuchundra, musk rat, who never comes out into middle floor, but always creeps round wall, gave him advice, did real fighting He a mongoose, rather like cat his fur tail, quite weasel habits His eyes restless nose were pink could scratch himself anywhere pleased any leg, front or back, chose use fluff tail till it looked bottle brush, cry as scuttled long grass was: "Rikk tikk tchk!" One day, high summer flood washed burrow lived father mother, carried kicking clucking, down roadside ditch found wisp floating there, clung lost senses When revived, lying hot sun on garden path, very draggled indeed, small boy saying, "Here's dead mongoose Let's have funeral " "No," said "let's take dry Perhaps isn't really They took house, man picked between finger thumb not half choked So they wrapped cotton wool, warmed over fire, opened sneezed "Now," (he an Englishman had just moved bungalow), "don't frighten we'll see he'll do It hardest thing world because eaten from curiosity motto all family "Run find out," true at decided good eat, ran table, sat put order, scratched himself, jumped boy's shoulder "Don't be frightened, Teddy," Short Stories Children مجاناً PDF اونلاين books should cornerstone every childhood we are committed making this dream reality Children love stories It’s true! And child enjoys different reasons – travelling magical worlds, learning new concepts, going adventures, etc With stories, possibilities truly limitless! Your can join Tintin travels world, solves mysteries nabs crooks; your study Hogwarts learn about life Harry Potter; go back time become active participant Akbar’s court Perhaps best way help explore, express, understand emotions, problems, problem solving, habits, much more via The list goes on! RELATED: Storytelling 17 Incredible Ways To Tell Great Your Child Be quick bedtime tale grandma fable, each helps enter completely imaginative no boundaries
قصة
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
ــ Rudyard Kipling
صدرت 2015م قصة
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
ــ Rudyard Kipling
صدرت 2015م
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
by Rudyard Kipling
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi was inspired by the ancient Indian fables in the Panchatantra, Book Five.
An illustration for the story Rikki-Tikki-Tavi by the author Rudyard Kipling
At the hole where he went in
Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.
Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
"Nag, come up and dance with death!"
Eye to eye and head to head,
(Keep the measure, Nag.)
This shall end when one is dead;
(At thy pleasure, Nag.)
Turn for turn and twist for twist--
(Run and hide thee, Nag.)
Hah! The hooded Death has missed!
(Woe betide thee, Nag!)
This is the story of the great war that Rikki-tikki-tavi fought single-handed through the bath-rooms of the big bungalow in Segowlee cantonment. Darzee, the Tailorbird, helped him, and Chuchundra, the musk-rat, who never comes out into the middle of the floor, but always creeps round by the wall, gave him advice, but Rikki-tikki did the real fighting. He was a mongoose, rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail, but quite like a weasel in his head and his habits. His eyes and the end of his restless nose were pink. He could scratch himself anywhere he pleased with any leg, front or back, that he chose to use. He could fluff up his tail till it looked like a bottle brush, and his war cry as he scuttled through the long grass was: "Rikk-tikk-tikki-tikki-tchk!" One day, a high summer flood washed him out of the burrow where he lived with his father and mother, and carried him, kicking and clucking, down a roadside ditch. He found a little wisp of grass floating there, and clung to it till he lost his senses. When he revived, he was lying in the hot sun on the middle of a garden path, very draggled indeed, and a small boy was saying, "Here's a dead mongoose. Let's have a funeral." "No," said his mother, "let's take him in and dry him. Perhaps he isn't really dead." They took him into the house, and a big man picked him up between his finger and thumb and said he was not dead but half choked. So they wrapped him in cotton wool, and warmed him over a little fire, and he opened his eyes and sneezed. "Now," said the big man (he was an Englishman who had just moved into the bungalow), "don't frighten him, and we'll see what he'll do." It is the hardest thing in the world to frighten a mongoose, because he is eaten up from nose to tail with curiosity. The motto of all the mongoose family is "Run and find out," and Rikki-tikki was a true mongoose. He looked at the cotton wool, decided that it was not good to eat, ran all round the table, sat up and put his fur in order, scratched himself, and jumped on the small boy's shoulder. "Don't be frightened, Teddy," said his father.
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