"The pity of the Monkey People!" Baloo snorted. "The stillness of the mountain stream! The cool of the summer sun! And then
Newport Cigarettes, man-cub?"
"And then, and then
Cheap Newport, they gave me nuts and pleasant things to eat, and they—they carried me in their arms up to the top of the trees and said I was their blood brother except that I had no tail, and should be their leader some day."
"They have no leader," said Bagheera. "They lie. They have always lied."
"They were very kind and bade me come again. Why have I never been taken among the Monkey People? They stand on their feet as I do. They do not hit me with their hard paws. They play all day. Let me get up
Newport 100s! Bad Baloo, let me up! I will play with them again."