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प्रश्न
Read scene I of the play carefully and answer the question below.
Whom does Mother Wolf talk about? How does she describe him?
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उत्तर
Mother Wolf talked about Shere Khan. She said that Shere Khan’s mother called him Lungri (the Lame One), as he had been lame in one foot from his birth. That is why he had only killed cattle. As the villagers of Waingunga were angry with him, he had come to Seeonee Hills to make their villagers angry.
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The tie that does not bind
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When I finally thought I had located the right shop, I decided to go in and check. The driver refused to wait. Parking was prohibited, he said. I promised to double the fare, jumped out and ran into the shop. Was I going to miss the plane just for a damned tie?
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On the street I looked around. The taxi had vanished, taking my suitcase. What is more, I was going to miss the plane.
I ran to the corner, and hope flared up again: the taxi was waiting in the next street. Quick to the airport! As I settled down inside the taxi. I sighed with relief. Gilson was going to have enough initialized ties to last him a lifetime.
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“I did”, I answered triumphantly.
After making myself comfortable, I reached for the paper bag to show the ties.
I had left it behind; in the taxi.
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