{"id":120570,"date":"2022-06-26T05:16:03","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T09:16:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=120570"},"modified":"2022-06-26T05:16:03","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T09:16:03","slug":"untitled-2-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/untitled-2-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Untitled 2"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Early <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">in the morning Rikki-tikki came to early breakfast in the verandah riding on Teddy&#8217;s shoulder, and they gave him banana and some boiled egg; and he sat on all their laps one after the other, because every well-brought-up mongoose always<\/span> hopes<span style=\"color: #ffffff\"> to be a house-mongoose some day and have rooms to run about in, and Rikki-tikki&#8217;s mother (she used to live in the General&#8217;s house at Segowlee) had carefully told Rikki what to do if ever he came across white men.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">Rikki-tikki knew better than to<\/span> waste time in staring. <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">He jumped up in<\/span> the air <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">as<\/span> <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">high as he could go, and just under him whizzed by the head of Nagaina, Nag&#8217;s wicked wife. She had<\/span> crept up behind him <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">as he was talking, to make an end of him; and he heard her savage hiss as the stroke missed. He came down<\/span> almost <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">across her back, and if he had been an old mongoose<\/span> he would have know that <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">then was the time to break her back with one bite; but he was afraid of the terrible lashing return-stroke of the cobra.<\/span> He <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">bit, indeed, but did not bite long enough, and<\/span> <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">he<\/span> jumped clear <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">of the whisking tail,<\/span> leaving <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">Nagaina<\/span> torn and angry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Early in the morning Rikki-tikki came to early breakfast in the verandah riding on Teddy&#8217;s shoulder, and they gave him banana and some boiled egg; and he sat on all their laps one after the other, because every well-brought-up mongoose always hopes to be a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":76,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-120570","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120570","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/76"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=120570"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120570\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":120789,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120570\/revisions\/120789"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=120570"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=120570"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=120570"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}