This is the motto of every true mongoose. Rikki-Tikki-Tavi’s mother entrusted it to him as a young mongoose, knowing he would one day dance with death.
Here is the legend of the great war that Rikki-Tikki fought single-handed, through the bathrooms of the big bungalow, through the melon gardens, atop the veranda, and down the rat hole.
Now keep up! There is danger outside your doors, too. Will you run and hide? Or will you run with Rikki-Tikki-Tavi?
