But deep down he knew, hypnosis felt too good. Deep down, Mowgli always missed Kaa's hypnosis, though he did not want to acknowledge it. A hissing laugh came from his lips as he circled Mowgli to watch his prey. Mowgli's body had steadied itself before Kaa. I was happy to be able to make Kaa happy in everything I could. * PING * Mowgli's smile widened to painful limits just to please Kaa, but he did not care. you and that stupid smile of yours, why do not you give your best friend the biggest smile you can? That would make me very happy. Kaa as he delivered a pat on the head of Mowgli. it would not be long before it yielded completely to hypnosis. Mowgli's mind at this point was like wet mud ready to mold. The simple thought of being separated from his best friend was something horrible. Mowgli said slowly and monotonously answering the question that his great friend Kaa had done him.

His arms remained raised, but slowly they were descending delicately to his sides. Mowgli no longer remembered why he carried the vase. How good was his friend Kaa! I helped him with the heavy vase freeing him of the weight.

Mowgli thanked lengthening the sentence. You do not want to be separated from me, right? - Kaa said as he gently left the pitcher on the floor. We do not want to fall and break attracting the villagers. let me help you with that - Kaa said as a thick part of its tail around the jar and lifted like a feather. Little by little Mowgli's body began to relax, and his arms holding the large pitcher of water began to loosen, so that the pitcher began to stagger over his head. Mowgli wanted to speak, but he could not do it because words did not come to mind, only colors. Mowgli's smile expanded much more as he recognized his good friend who had done so much for him. he had not recognized his great friend Kaa and his beautiful colors. Kaa said increasing the power of their rings of hypnotic colors and bringing them closer to the boy's face. Suddenly, in the midst of these colors came a wonderful voice that laughed. it made him feel good, did not he? That is good, no? A smile began to pull up at the corners of Mowgli's lips. Happiness was in looking at those colors. it was better not to think, it was easier to stay there and relax. Mowgli's mind clouded in a matter of seconds, proving that joining two simple coherent thoughts required a titanic effort. but where? Remembering was too difficult. I wanted to stay there looking at those beautiful colors for as long as possible. beautiful, almost felt like they were magnetic. those colors dominated everything he could see, and they were very. Mowgli did not even realize what was happening. Mowgli had no chance, he was distracted, his guard down, and his hands were busy holding the pitcher over his head so they could not come quickly to cover his eyes. it was all he could say before releasing a sigh relaxed. Green, blue, yellow, purple, black, green. As soon as he turned to the entrance of the town he found a screen of bright colors that moved incredibly fast. When Mowgli filled the pitcher completely he got up and with great effort lifted the pitcher and put it on the head to load it. Kaa struggled not to laugh so as not to betray his position, but he was very excited about what was about to happen. Slowly Mowgli moved closer to the river, ignoring that his old enemy Kaa lowered his head from the branches and stood behind him, Mowgli ducked into the river and began to fill the pitcher. But Mowgli did not realize that someone was watching him. Mowgli walked slowly to the entrance of the village and took a large pitcher of clay to fill it in the river. At first he hated doing the work, and he continued to do it, but over time Mowgli accepted the routine of the man viallge. It was one of the tasks assigned to him in the village. Like every morning Mowgli got up early and left his cabin in the Village to go and collect water. It is very likely that the story has many misspellings in English, because at that time I translated it with Google translator. WARNING: This was one of the first stories I wrote for one of the images I manipulated.

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