I walked for several kilometers during the night, with a flashlight in one hand and my trusty machete in the other.

I was not going to stop me: my dream had spoken and Simba was probably alive...but where it might be?

This question tore my brain, as I walked across the savannah, being careful not to run into any leopard or, worse, in some foreign lion, not affiliated to Pridelanders.

I hoped that my efforts were paid off...

At dawn, while the Star of the morning vanished, I arrived in a desert area.

I put the flashlight in my pocket: it would have been the sunlight to guide me...

At that moment, I noticed some footprints on the saline and barren soil: small lion footprints, probably left by a cub that was running, because of their small depth.

It seemed a further indication of the Simba presence there, so I began to follow them.

I marched for some other half-hour: the heat got up, scorpions returned under rocks and vultures began to soar over the desert.

Meanwhile, the lion's footsteps were beginning to become more profound, a sign that the animal had slowed down.

All of a sudden, I felt a shortness of breath and noticed a small yellow-ocher stain that was mixed with the desert's soil to about a hundred meters away from me.

I approached: it was a small lion lying on the ground with eyes closed or, in other words, Simba.

He was not moving, so I felt his chest: he was still breathing, and his heart beat faster, a sign of long stroke he had done.

I was happy I had found Simba, and he was also alive, but now I had to find food and water and take him to secure, 'cause the vultures were waiting for his dead, flying in circles above me.

At that moment, two animals came from a shrub, I identified that I like a mongoose and a warthog.

Fearing that they could do harm to the prince, I take the machete and pointed it to them.

-Hey, take it easy with that thing!-exclaimed the mongoose, frightened.

I wasn't much amazed by the fact that this animal was speaking to me: evidently, I could not only understand the language of the lions...

-Yeah, we do not want to hurt the cub!-added the warthog

-Who says so?-I asked

-My mom taught me that you don't touch the animals that can eat you...-replied the mongoose

I was undecided whether to trust or not, but it seemed harmless, so I decided to believe him:-OK, I trust-I said, more mellowed-Now tell me who you are...

-I'm Timon-showed the mongoose, reassured by my behavior

-And I'm Pumbaa-completed the warthog

-Hello Guys, I'm Kijana-I said

-I think you need something...-sensed Timon

-Well-I admitted-I actually need food, water and a safe place: all this for my little lion!

-Oh, perfect!-exclaimed Pumbaa-We know where to find all of this, come on!

-OK!-I accepted, following them.

They led me into a rich jungle streams, from which easily acquire water to quench Simba.

Then they took me to a clearing in the same forest, where I began to moisten the mouth of the lion, with the intent to awaken him.

The liquid fate the desired effect: the prince opened his eyes and saw me:-Are you, Kijana?-churches the young lion, very confused

-Hi, Simba!-I said, taking him in my arms-How are you?

In response, he gave me a lapped on the face:-What happened to you?-I asked

He told me all that he had passed: it was exactly the same as what I had dreamed that night...

The lion then noticed Timon and Pumbaa, and asked:-And they who are they?

The two friends showed up, then I took them aside for a moment, explaining that Simba was left fatherless, and that the mother, often hunting, would not be able to take care of the child alone: so I suggested to Timon and Pumbaa from raise him to adulthood, when he could return to the Pride Lands.

The two, initially, were very doubtful, but then, under my gentle pressure, accepted the award.

Then we went back to Simba, Timon and Pumbaa who asked what life was like there.

They explained it to him with a wonderful song, which I still carry in my heart and which I still remember the verses of the refrain:

It means no worries for the rest of your days

It's our problem-free philosophy

Hakuna Matata!

"Hakuna Matata", "no thoughts": the best life's philosophy imaginable...

Only from that song, I realized that I had left Simba in good legs...

I tore a promise to Timon and Pumbaa: once every two days, I would be back there to see how it goes.

They accepted, then I went back to the Pride Lands.

I not told what I had found out, because I knew that if Scar had discovered that the heir was still alive, he would kill him to preserve his throne.

For the good of all, so I decided to keep it secret, even if I knew that, sooner or later, everything would come out...

TO BE CONTINUED...