«A BLACK SHADOW DROPPED DOWN INTO THE CIRCLE.
It was BAGHEERA the BLACK PANTHER, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk.
Everybody knew BAGHEERA, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant.
But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.»
I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away!
And because I had learned the ways of men, I became more terrible in the jungle than SHERE KAHN, the Tiger!»