There are tales I could tell that -- '' `` That need a clear night when we are all well fed to praise properly , '' said Bagheera quickly . `` Our man-cub is in the hands of the Bandar-log now , and we know that of all the Jungle-People they fear Kaa alone . '' `` They fear me alone . They have good reason , '' said Kaa . `` Chattering , foolish , vain -- vain , foolish , and chattering , are the monkeys . But a man-thing in their hands is in no good luck . They grow tired of the nuts they pick , and throw them down . They carry a branch half a day , meaning to do great things with it , and then they snap it in two . That man-thing is not to be envied . They called me also -- ` yellow fish ' was it not ? '' `` Worm -- worm -- earth-worm , '' said Bagheera , `` as well as other things which I can not now say for shame . '' `` We must remind them to speak well of their master . Aaa-ssp ! We must help their wandering memories . Now , whither went they with the cub ? '' `` The jungle alone knows . Toward the sunset , I believe , '' said Baloo . `` We had thought that thou wouldst know , Kaa . '' `` I ? How ?
I take them when they come in my way , but I do not hunt the XXXXX , or frogs -- or green scum on a water-hole , for that matter . ''
Aaa-ssp Bagheera Baloo Bandar-log Jungle-People Kaa man-cub man-thing night whither