2 Works in My Jungle Book Your Year
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There's a certain amount of familiarity with death that's to be expected for most people. When you're friends with a girl who resurrects the dead for fun and a boy who dies on a weekly basis, it becomes a lot less scary.
For other people, that is. Dealing with your own death is still pretty hard.
“You know, I never noticed this before,” Demonica spoke up, no doubt pulling the spoon out of her mouth for only long enough to speak clearly. “Do bears even live in the jungle?”
Furi took his eyes off of Baloo showing Mowgli the delicacy of jungle ants, a hum sounding in his throat as he contemplated her question. “Well, I believe there are some bears who live in the jungle. I suppose he’s just a bear indigenous to India,” he shrugged.
Demonica gathered another scoop of ice cream in her spoon. “Well, yeah, but you don’t think of bears when you think of the jungle, do you?”
“I see your point,” Furi said, the hand that wasn’t rubbing Demonica’s arm scratching at his temple in thought. “But it’s not as uncommon as a feral child being raised by panthers.”