Spring running
rms round his neck, while Baloo tried feebly to lick his feet.
“The stars are thin,” said Gray Brother, snuffing at the dawn-wind. “Where shall we lair to-day? For, from now, we follow new trails.”
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spring running
rms round his neck, while Baloo tried feebly to lick his feet.
“The stars are thin,” said Gray Brother, snuffing at the dawn-wind. “Where shall we lair to-day? For, from now, we follow new trails.”