But when Mowgli went to the walls of the city, the monkeys pulled him back. ‘You are very happy here with us. We are great. We are wonderful. We all say so, and so it is true,’ they shouted.
‘Don’t they ever sleep?’ thought Mowgli. He looked up at the sky. ‘There’s cloud coming over the moon. Perhaps I can run away when it’s dark. But I am tried.’