Rikki-Tikki-Tavi took his snake-hunting very seriously. So do all his brothers, sisters, cousins, grandchildren and all his clan. So much so, that when a silly safari vehicle showed up in his way,Rikki's great-grandson was furious! "Interrupting my work with rolling and roaring like a silly elephant! Could have chased all the snakes away and what would I be left with?" He gave an indignant stare and a few teeth-baring rebukes until the four-wheeler decided to slink away as noiselessly as the mechanical make-up of its insides allowed it to, ashamed and apologetic, forced into introspection. Hitherto, the "rolling and roaring" had been a matter of pride, self-esteem, a matter of identity, inseparable from the ego. Now a person less than 1/100th of its size had made it feel smaller than its tail-tip and compelled it to mull over its raison d'être.
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