Christine Daaewas looking up at the stars above. She really misses her father. Her heart was broken into pieces. Tears fell down her cheeks.
Behind her, Christine's adopted lion cub, Simba was whimpering in his sleep. Then he began to talk. "Help me! Help me! Please!" "Simba, wake up." Christine whispered, trying not to wake Raoul and Nala. Simba opened his eyes and then bursted into
tears. Christine hugged the little cub tight. "There, there. You were just having a bad dream." Christine said as she was comforting Simba. "I did." Simba told Christine. "I dreamed about losing my father in the wildebeest stampede."
"Shh. Your awake. I know what happened to your father. Try thinking about good things. Music, operas, Paris, France."Christine said to Simba. Simba closed his eyes. "I'm thinking." Simba said to Christine. "How about if I sing you a lullaby
to help you sleep." "Christine said to Simba. "Could you please?" Simba asked as he lied down. Christine began:
The day has gone to rest
The sun is in the west
And now the purple shadows fall
First little star of night
Simply to youI call
Evening star
Sentimental evening star
Tell me do you see
Where my love can be
Evening star
You know what my feelings are
When the night comes on
And my love is gone
Through the blue
I breathe a sigh, a prayer
To my life, my love, somewhere
Send your beam
To the land where angels dream
Is he near or far
Tell me, evening star
Simba yawned and fell asleep. Christine knelt down and kissed the little lion cub goodnight.