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The Lion King:
He killed him!

After Simba looked for his father along the Gorge, through the dusty air, between the rocky walls, on the dry floor, in the shadows of the stones, when the last wildebeests from the stampede were getting far away, and he found him, he sought help; he cried; he yelled. There was no one but the dead father. He thought help close to him, then between his paws, then with closed eyes. There was sorrow. Simba had never had a deeper depression, because what just happened was piercing and unbelievable. The loss was abrupt for him, and it would be for anyone. What was the pride going to do?

Scar took about a minute to arrive. Help Simba thought again. Scar's face unexpectedly emerged from the dust clouds and coldly saw the cub crying and the dead king. "Simba," he said, "what have you done?"

Simba got off his father. "The wildebeests and…" he whimpered, "he tried to save me. It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Of course… of course you didn't," Scar told him, "no one ever wants this things to happen." He pulled Simba close to him; the little cuddled his paw. "But now the king is…"

"Why did you let him fall?" Simba interrupted. Scar's eyes widened.

"No. I didn't," Scar told him madly, "I was explaining that your father is death and it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't…"

"No. You did," Simba cried, "I saw you. You killed him!"

"I did what I could for him. But he slipped."

"That's not true. You killed him! You are a liar!"

"The liar will be you when you tell this to the pride. What would they think about you? You have to go. Mufasa died and it was your fault."

The hyenas were getting close.

"Think what you want to think!" Simba told him, "I saw you!" He ran back to Pride Rock.

"Don't go there!" Scar shouted. "Kill him," he ordered the hyenas.

Simba ran through the Gorge. He climbed up to the edge, and the hyenas were climbing behind. Simba would never imagine that about his uncle, but that day Scar became evil. The hyenas were laughing, almost approaching the cub. Finally Simba got out from the canyon, but he was still been persecuted. Some rocks that fell down and hit the hyenas gave him some distance. Anyways there was a long trail back home.

Simba made two of the three hyenas get confused, but he was still the objective for Shenzi, the one left. The little was almost there; Shenzi was about ten meters behind. Both ran as fast as they could. The hyena was faster; she was going to get him soon. Simba was full of despair. When he saw Pride Rock near, he claimed for help.

The lionesses were resting like any normal day. One of them got close to Sarabi, the queen. "Sarabi," she said, "I think Simba needs some help. Look at him." Sarabi's heart raced when she saw her little.

"Mom!" Simba yelled.

"Simba!" she said. Sarabi ran to him with some lionesses before the hyena killed him. The hyena was about a step away from him when Sarabi approached her son and hit her. The other lionesses scowled to Shenzi. She ran away.

"Mom!" Simba cried. Sarabi hugged and nuzzled him.

"You're safe," she said, "it's okay."

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