Valkyrie, if there was ever a cradle to be robbed ... Gods, just look at him." ...  ... "Face it, Nat, this is one tiger who will never be jumping through your flaming hoop--

This is what daughters did. They left, and came home later with lives of their own.

That’s how fossil hunting is: It takes over, like a hunger, and nothing else matters but what you find. And even when you find it, you still start looking again the next minute, because there might be something even better waiting.

Now whither does THIS trail lead?" Kaa's voice was gentler. "Not a moon since there was a Manling with a knife threw stones at my head and called me bad little tree-cat names, because I lay asleep in the open.

Written By Rudyard Kipling

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