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Now, read the story.
After breakfast, Rikki-tikki-tavi went to the garden. He scuttled up and down the garden until
he heard very sorrowful voices in a thornbush. It was Darzee, the Tailorbird, and his wife.
That is very
sad—but I am a
stranger here.
Who is Nag?
What is the
matter?
We are very
miserable. One of
our babies fell out of
the nest yesterday
and Nag ate him.
Darzee and his wife only cowered down in the nest without answering, for from the thick
grass at the foot of the bush there came a low hiss—a horrid cold sound that made
Rikki-tikki jump back two clear feet.
Who is Nag?
I am Nag. The great God
Brahm put his mark upon all
our people, when the first cobra
spread his hood to keep the sun
off Brahm as he slept.
Look, and be afraid!
Nag’s wife, Nagaina, slithered up behind Rikki-tikki to strike him but Darzee warned him.
He tried to bite Nagaina, but did not bite long enough, and he jumped clear of the whisking
tail, leaving Nagaina torn and angry.
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