Then something began to hurt Mowgli inside him, as he had never been hurt in his life before, and he caught his breath and sobbed, and the tears ran down his face.
“What is it? What is it?” he said. “I do not wish to leave the jungle, and I do not know what this is. Am I dying, Bagheera?”
“No, Little Brother. That is only tears such as men use,” said Bagheera.
For some reason, I picture you scrambling along on the treadmill in your usual get-up. Full on bow tie and vest. I realise that this is (probably?) entirely incorrect, but it still makes me giggle