Kopa stared at his reflection shamefully. He had been trying to prove to some cheeky monkeys that he would be mighty like his father King Simba. He tried to roar to scare them away, but he couldn't do a proper one. He tried hunting a zebra, but it was too fast for him. He tried to command the monkeys to obey him and treat him with respect, but got fruit thrown at him in return.

His father noticed his son looking down.

"How's it going, son?"

"Fine, Dad," said Kopa in a voice like he had fallen out with his friends.

"No there isn't" said Simba smiling in a mischievous manner. "Your upside down smile is giving you away."

"Well," said Kopa. "Almost everyone seems to think I don't have what it takes to be king like you, Dad."

"Hmm, yes," said his father. "It's never easy being a monarchy."

"Did you ever have what it took to be king when you were a cub?"

"I always believe I did," laughed Simba. "But I was overconfident. So overconfident in fact, that I put your mother and me in danger with some hyenas. That was a very important lesson I learned about bravery: Being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble."

"But I get put down so much with my weak roar and poor hunting skills I feel I might just hide myself even when I get my full mane."

"That's never the answer, son," said his father smiling but with a serious tone dripping with patience. "You must never make the same mistake I made. Your evil uncle killed your grandfather and he tricked me into thinking that was my fault, so I ran way. That was how I met Uncle Timon and Uncle Pumbaa. I lived a long carefree life of Hakuna Matata but back in my home, everyone was suffering. The Pride Lands were lacking food and water due to Scar's reckless ruling. Then your mother found me. He told me I needed to come back but I refused because of the lei I wad told. But then a wise monkey told me the past can hurt but you can either run from it or learn from it. So I returned to take the throne."

"What's your point?" asked Kopa.

"The point of that story is never hide yourself when you are destine for something important as you are now: The future king."

"I'm sorry, Dad," said the cub guilty. "You're right."

"It's fine, son," said Simba nuzzling his son. "You've a long way to become king yet though."

"I know, hunting, ruling."

"Hey, one step at a time," said his father.

"But at least I know how to pounce."

"You know how to-"

Before he could finish his question Simba was knocked to the ground on his back. He looked up at his son standing on his chest.

"Pinned ya'," laughed Kopa.

"Your mother obviously taught you that," laughed Simba.

And they ran about the field, romping and chasing after each other. Kopa kept pouncing his father thousands of times. It was only there he noticed he was getting good at hunting.

"You know, Dad?" he said. "It's not so bad starting from scratch as cubs learn."

"That's the ticket," said Simba proudly.

I hope this is none too cliché as I am aware there many other stories about Simba and Kopa. Please review this xxx.