He grew up with the cubs, even though they were grown wolves almost before he a child. Father Wolf taught him everything he needed to knew about the jungle. Every rustle in the grass, every breath of the warm night air, every note of the owls above his head, every scratch of a bat’s claws, and every splash of every little fish jumping in a pool meant just as much to Father Wolf as the work of an office means to a businessman. When he was not learning, Mowgli sat out in the sun and slept, and ate, and slept again. When he felt dirty or hot, he swam in the forest pools. When he wanted honey, he climbed a tree for it. At first Mowgli clung to the branches. But as he learned, he flung himself through the branches, almost as boldly as the gray apes of the jungle.