It made a lovely fountain, only he remained brown.

So then Dicky and Oswald and I did ourselves brown too, and dried H.O.as well as we could with our handkerchiefs, because he was just beginning to snivel.

The brown did not come off any of us for days.
Oswald was to be Mowgli, and we were just beginning to arrange the different parts.

The rest of the hose that was on the ground was Kaa, the Rock Python, and Pincher was Grey Brother, only we couldn't find him.

And while most of us were talking, Dicky and Noel got messing about with the beer-stand tigers.
And then a really sad event instantly occurred, which was not really our fault, and we did not mean to.
That Daisy girl had been mooning indoors all the afternoon with the Jungle Books, and now she came suddenly out, just as Dicky and Noel had got under the tigers and were shoving them along to fright each other.
Of course, this is not in the Mowgli book at all: but they did look jolly like real tigers, and I am very far from wishing to blame the girl, though she little knew what would be the awful consequence of her rash act.