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. [...]
Ruyard Kipling, The Jungle Book
Altro vecchio classico per
Recovering the Classics che mi ha riportata, questa volta, alla penombra della casa al mare dove mi portavano da piccola. Lunghi pomeriggi passati a leggere e dormire, inseguendo Baghera con le tapparelle abbassate.
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