"It was Bagheera the Black Panther, all black as ink, but with the spots that glowed in the light as the mottled pattern of silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody took us to cross his path because he was smart as Tabaqui, bold like a wild buffalo, and fierce as a wounded elephant. But her voice was soft as wild honey and a skin softer fluff "
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