"There is stuff in my stomach, but I get no good of it. Think you, Bagheera, the Rains have forgotten us and will never come again?" "Not I! We shall see the mohwa in blossom yet, and the little fawns all fat with new grass. Come down to the Peace Rock and hear the news. On my back, Little Brother." "This is no time to carry weight.
Baloo looked very grave, and mumbled half to himself: "If I were alone I would change my hunting-grounds now, before the others began to think. And yet hunting among strangers ends in fighting; and they might hurt the Man-cub. We must wait and see how the mohwa blooms." That spring the mohwa tree, that Baloo was so fond of, never flowered.