The sun was high over the savannah. The heat rolled in waves over the grassy planes and the tall grass waved through the gentle breeze, concealing the silent threat within. The small lion cub stalked his prey silently, waiting for the right moment to pounce. His prey, an elegant antelope, was at the watering hole. It was blissfully unaware of the impending threat. The lion cub stilled. He knew the moment to pounce was close. When the antelope bent over to take a drink, he knew it was time.
The lion cub leapt from his hiding place, startling the antelope into a chase. The antelope ran as quick as its legs would allow it, but the lion cub was right at its heels. They ran over the rocks and grass and dirt for what seemed like ages to the small cub, but finally the antelope was tiring. With one great jump, the lion cub tackled the antelope to the ground.
"I got you mommy," Kurt said, sitting his five year old body on top of his mother. He smiled brightly through the main of his lion costume – a product of the previous Halloween. Lion King was simply the best movie Kurt had ever seen and it was now his life's dream to become Simba.
"I surrender," Elizabeth, Kurt's mommy, sighed. She extended her limbs out wide and turned her head away and scrunched her eyes, "Please, make it quick."
Kurt laughed as he leaned up and placed a kiss on his mommy's cheek. "I'll let you go this time, but only because I love you. Watch out next time, kay?" Kurt gave his mom the most serious face he could muster.
"I will," Elizabeth said with a smile as she brought her hand up and ran her fingers through her little Kurt's lion mane, "my little lion man."
"Lion Kurt, mommy," Kurt said. He crawled off his mommy and onto his hands and knees, "my name is Lion Kurt, but when I grow up it's Simba."
"Of course," Elizabeth smiled as she watched Kurt crawl away, his fabric tail disappearing behind the couch. Elizabeth let out a small smile before she turned to go back into the kitchen and finish the dishes.