And the Yeah, Welcome back everyone to one thousand one classic short stories and tales. This is your host

John Hagadorn. Today a classic short story from Reddard Kipling called

Ricky tiki tavi. Ricky tiki tavi was inspired by the ancient Indian fables in the Ponscha Tontra Book 5.

And now our story.

At the hall where he went in, Red Eye called to Wrinkleskin.

Here with little Red Eye called to Wrinkle Scana.

Here what little Red Eyes saith.

NAG, come up and dance with death.

Eye to eye and head to head.

Keep the measure, nag.

This shall end. This shall end when one is dead. At thy pleasure nag. Turn for turn and

twist for twist. Run and hide thee, nag. Ha! The hooded death is missed. Woe betide thee, nag. Ha! The hooded death is missed. Woe betide the nag!

This is the story of the great war that Ricky-Tikitavi fought single-handed through the bathrooms

of the Big Bungalow in Seagali-Kentonment.

Darcy, the Taylor Bird, helped him, and Chuchundra, the muskrat, who never comes out into

the middle of the floor, but always creeps round by the wall

gave him advice but Ricky-ticky did the real fighting

he was a mongoose rather like a little cat in his fur and his tail, but quite like a weasel in his head and his habits.

His eyes and the end of his restless nose were pink.

He could scratch himself anywhere he pleased with any leg, front or back, that he chose to use.

He could fluff up his tail to look like a bottle brush, and his war cry as he scuttled

to the long grass was, Bry ticky ticky jick.

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