No, lets take him in and dry him. Perhaps he isn't really dead
Here's a dead mongoose, lets have a funeral
Once upon a time, there was a mongoose named Rikki-Tikki. He was a restless fighter that was very smart and slick.
All was normal, until one day a high summer flood washed him away from the burrow he lived in with his mother and father. It carried Rikki down a roadside ditch, as water flowed past and clinging to wisp of remaining grass he lost his senses.
Goodnight mongoose...
A little later, Rikki was woken up to find himself lying in the hot sun on the middle of the garden path. Around him there was a small boy, his mother, and a big man, discussing if he was really dead or not. When a few moments passed the people decided to take Rikki inside to take care of him.
After a good meal and drying off, Rikki-Tikki was back to his normal state again. Within curiosity he roamed all around the house, sticking his nose into every thing he came across, enjoying his new home.
Soon enough, it was already nightfall. Teddy (the small boy) was getting into bed, and Rikki decided to climb up with him to bed as well, though being the restless companion.
The following morning, the mongoose went to the garden after breakfast to explore more of the area. While investigating the place, he heard very sorrowful noises coming from a thorn bush. It was Darzee, the Tailorbird, and his wife.