Continuing My Kipling Explorations

I re-read "Rikki-tikki-tavi" from The Jungle Book:
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!"
That, and the opening paragraph makes me quiver with excitement and anticipation: 
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.
Definitely going to have to read this to da goils. 

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