It was a hot evening in the hills of India. Father Wolf woke up in his cave, and Mother Wolf lay with her four cubs. Suddenly something came into the cave. It was a little brown baby. He could just walk, and he was not afraid. He pushed the cubs away and drank Mother Wolf's milk. Is that a man's cub? said Mother Wolf. I have never seen one. Then a great head came to the door of the cave. It was Shere Khan, the tiger. The man-cub is mine, he said. Give him to me! Mother Wolf jumped up, and her eyes were like two green moons. He is mine, she said. He will live with the pack and run with the pack. Go away! The tiger went away, but he was very angry. We will call him Mowgli, the frog, said Mother Wolf, because he has no hair.