Mujer de nadie

Many strange legends are told of these jungles of India, but none so strange as the story of a small boy named Mowgli. It all began when the silence of the jungle was broken by an unfamiliar sound. It was a sound that had never been heard before in this part of the jungle. It was a man-cub! If I had known how deeply I was to be involved, I would have obeyed my first impulse and walked away. This man-cub would have to have nourishment, and soon. It was many days’ travel to the nearest man-village, and without a mother’s care, he would soon perish. Then it occurred to me. A family of wolves I knew had been blessed with a litter of cubs. I knew there’d be no problem with the mother, thanks to maternal instinct, but I wasn’t so sure about Rama, the father. Ten times the rains had come and gone, and I often stopped by to see how Mowgli the man-cub was getting along. He was a favorite with all the young wolf cubs of the pack. No man-cub was ever happier. And yet…I knew that someday, he would have to go back to his own kind.