I’d love to attribute some pretty daydreams to Mowgli’s time of sitting in the window watching the rain, but the truth is there were birds in the tree outside that window. I doubt his dreams were anything I’d consider pretty.
I’d love to attribute some pretty daydreams to Mowgli’s time of sitting in the window watching the rain, but the truth is there were birds in the tree outside that window. I doubt his dreams were anything I’d consider pretty.
