I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

ajollyholidaywithmary:

“That’s not very polite of you,” she said, and for the first time realized she didn’t even know this boy’s name, and hadn’t bothered to tell him her own. She supposed she’d been too distracted by his mannerisms to even think about formal introductions.

“My name is Mary Poppins,” she said, hoping to gain some of this boy’s trust by introducing herself. “What’s your name?”

“Bears don’t need to be polite. But my name’s Mowgli.” he replied. “You’ve got two names. That’s weird. I’ve only known one person with two names and that’s Shere Khan.”

“Bears should be polite, too, you know! I’ve met a great many bears who were very polite!” she said, looking at him. “But you’re not a bear, anyway, so that doesn’t apply to you. I do have two names, as do most of the people where I come from. In any case, it’s nice to meet you, Mowgli.”

“I bet the bears you know are dumb.” Mowgli countered, crossing his arms. “And I am so a bear! I’m the best bear there is!” he gave her his best imitation of a growl, making sure to show off his teeth.

vine-boy:

mancubmowgli:

vine-boy:

“Oh, it’s wonderful,” Tarzan gushed, smiling widely. “You slide down long tree branches and the wind is all whipping around and you swing in the vines and it feels like you’re flying.” 

“Like a bird?” he gasped, flapping his arms like a vulture, “Oh, show me how to do that! Please?”

“A little different from a bird, but it’s fun.” Grinning, Tarzan scooped up the small boy and slung him over his shoulders for a piggyback ride, the way a mother gorilla might carry their child on their back. “We have to go up in the trees,” he explained, leaping for a low-hanging branch and scrambling up onto it, eyes fixed on a high point on the massive tree he’d picked. Efficiently, the wild man made his way up the tree trunk, climbing as if he was born to do so; graceful, quick, and agile.

“Hey—” Mowgli was about to protest being picked up, but shut his mouth when he realized he would have to climb a tree on his own otherwise. Climbing wasn’t his strong point, especially when the trees had trunks wider than he was tall! He wrapped his arms around Tarzan’s neck securely, laughing a little at how well the other climbed. “Can all gorillas do this?”

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

“Hey! I’m a lot tougher than I look, you know.” he attempted to snarl at the woman as a sign of his ferociousness. “No wonder it looks so ugly, if it’s made for girls like you.”

“You may think it’s ugly, but I think it’s quite stylish,” she said, patting the hat as she spoke. “Now, what sort of parents did you have if you’ve been raised to speak so disrespectfully and to fight people for the things that you want?”

“It’s ugly and it has ugly flowers.” he replied, crossing his arms again. “And I’m not gonna answer you. Ha!”

“That’s not very polite of you,” she said, and for the first time realized she didn’t even know this boy’s name, and hadn’t bothered to tell him her own. She supposed she’d been too distracted by his mannerisms to even think about formal introductions.

“My name is Mary Poppins,” she said, hoping to gain some of this boy’s trust by introducing herself. “What’s your name?”

“Bears don’t need to be polite. But my name’s Mowgli.” he replied. “You’ve got two names. That’s weird. I’ve only known one person with two names and that’s Shere Khan.”

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

“Paid for it? Well, I don’t know what that means but it sounds like a stupid rrule.” he stuck out his tongue, “And your thing looks stupid too, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Well, if you buy something, it becomes legally yours. Don’t you have anything like that? And this ‘thing,’ as you put it, is called a hat. Better you don’t want it, in any case. It would look rubbish on you,” she said, straightening a bit from her already extremely straight posture.

“Well that’s not how it is in the jungle.” he countered, “In the jungle, it’s yours if it you can get it and fight for it. I bet it could fight you for your stupid old hat.”

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” Mary said with a grin. “Fighting me is not a good idea, or, so I’ve heard. Besides, fighting is never a good way to handle any situation. I don’t think you really want my hat, anyways. It’s meant for girls, you know.”

“Hey! I’m a lot tougher than I look, you know.” he attempted to snarl at the woman as a sign of his ferociousness. “No wonder it looks so ugly, if it’s made for girls like you.”

“You may think it’s ugly, but I think it’s quite stylish,” she said, patting the hat as she spoke. “Now, what sort of parents did you have if you’ve been raised to speak so disrespectfully and to fight people for the things that you want?”

“It’s ugly and it has ugly flowers.” he replied, crossing his arms again. “And I’m not gonna answer you. Ha!”

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

“Paid for it? Well, I don’t know what that means but it sounds like a stupid rrule.” he stuck out his tongue, “And your thing looks stupid too, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Well, if you buy something, it becomes legally yours. Don’t you have anything like that? And this ‘thing,’ as you put it, is called a hat. Better you don’t want it, in any case. It would look rubbish on you,” she said, straightening a bit from her already extremely straight posture.

“Well that’s not how it is in the jungle.” he countered, “In the jungle, it’s yours if it you can get it and fight for it. I bet it could fight you for your stupid old hat.”

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” Mary said with a grin. “Fighting me is not a good idea, or, so I’ve heard. Besides, fighting is never a good way to handle any situation. I don’t think you really want my hat, anyways. It’s meant for girls, you know.”

“Hey! I’m a lot tougher than I look, you know.” he attempted to snarl at the woman as a sign of his ferociousness. “No wonder it looks so ugly, if it’s made for girls like you.”

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

ajollyholidaywithmary:

littleprinceoftheforest started following you

mancubmowgli started following you

“Oh! Here’s some more new faces! Hello, good day to you!”

Mowgli didn’t reply, he simply stared at the woman’s head. After a moment of silence he reached up and snatched the hat off her head, turning it over in his hands quizzically.

Mary swiped the hat right back from him and put it back on her head. “That. Is MINE,” she said rather forcefully as she did so, looking the boy square in the eye, “and you are not to touch what isn’t yours.”

“Hey!” he glared at her, pouting. “Who says it’s yours? Maybe I want it. I can have it if I want it.” he stated, crossing his arms.

“No, you can’t. That’s not how that works. It’s mine because I paid for it and it belongs to me,” Mary responded, crossing her arms right back at him.

“Paid for it? Well, I don’t know what that means but it sounds like a stupid rrule.” he stuck out his tongue, “And your thing looks stupid too, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Well, if you buy something, it becomes legally yours. Don’t you have anything like that? And this ‘thing,’ as you put it, is called a hat. Better you don’t want it, in any case. It would look rubbish on you,” she said, straightening a bit from her already extremely straight posture.

“Well that’s not how it is in the jungle.” he countered, “In the jungle, it’s yours if it you can get it and fight for it. I bet it could fight you for your stupid old hat.”

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

ajollyholidaywithmary:

mancubmowgli:

ajollyholidaywithmary:

littleprinceoftheforest started following you

mancubmowgli started following you

“Oh! Here’s some more new faces! Hello, good day to you!”

Mowgli didn’t reply, he simply stared at the woman’s head. After a moment of silence he reached up and snatched the hat off her head, turning it over in his hands quizzically.

Mary swiped the hat right back from him and put it back on her head. “That. Is MINE,” she said rather forcefully as she did so, looking the boy square in the eye, “and you are not to touch what isn’t yours.”

“Hey!” he glared at her, pouting. “Who says it’s yours? Maybe I want it. I can have it if I want it.” he stated, crossing his arms.

“No, you can’t. That’s not how that works. It’s mine because I paid for it and it belongs to me,” Mary responded, crossing her arms right back at him.

“Paid for it? Well, I don’t know what that means but it sounds like a stupid rrule.” he stuck out his tongue, “And your thing looks stupid too, I don’t want it anymore.”