Chapter 1: Zazu's Big Beak
Scar sat on pride rock looking out into the pride lands. The lionesses were out for their hunt, and barely came back for enough to feed him, let alone the hyenas or themselves. He turned away and walked back into the cave. It was disgusting.
Zazu continued to tremble in the rib-bird cage, staring at the King from between the spaces of the ribs. Scar sat on his rock that he decided would be his royal bed, and lowered his head gloomily.
"Well sire, a little down in the dumps are we?"
"Don't tempt me Zazu."
"Well excuse me, but you moping around all the time doesn't set a good example for the children!"
"Who cares about the children!"
"Well you should sire, you eventually will need a heir."
"I have a heir!"
"But Zira has left the pride lands, with her cubs."
"It is not my fault that she decides she cannot "cope" with the other lionesses. Why do females have to be so emotional all the time?"
"Well she was very demanding."
"Well she was supposed to be my Queen." Scar said as if he was loosing interest in the conversation at hand, before it dawned on him. "Do you question my judgment?" He said in sudden rage.
"No, no not at all sire!" Zazu backed away from the rib openings for a moment.
"Good..."
"Why do these lionesses still fail to get any food?" He said absentmindedly waiting for the daily report from Shenzi that again there was little food for either groups.
"Well the lionesses do try…"
"Well trying is not good enough. Why do the lionesses seem to be so incompetent? I left Sarabi in charge, and yet she rebels against my orders."
"She was Queen."
"And Mufasa was King. But he died, and Sarabi rather learn to be more successful or maybe the hyenas might get too hungry." He said warningly.
"Oh no sire, you couldn't."
"I can do what I want. I am King!"
"And every good King needs to listen to his Queen."
"But Sarabi is not my Queen."
"Then maybe you should find another sire?"
"Another." He repeated this word in his mind. He walked out to see the lionesses returning with a single zebra. Not nearly enough for two packs of animals. He looked at them hard.
"This other should listen to me as King."
"Of course sire."
"Respect me as if I am older, and wiser."
"Well yes, sire." Zazu gained more hesitance in his voice.
"Be healthy enough to bare me a proper male heir."
Zazu just nodded, questioning what he had in mind.
"That's it Zazu!" He said having an epiphany. He smooched up his face, like talking to a baby. "Thank you Zazu I really couldn't have done it without you."
"Done what sire?"
"Choose my next queen."