The sun rose early one morning in the great country of the Pridelands. Today was a very special day because the king and queen had just had a newborn son that would be presented to the public. Every news channel would be broadcasting the ceremony. Traffic jams were everywhere and the streets were packed full of cars and people. It seemed everyone in the whole country was gathered to see the new prince.
In the center of the Prideland City, King Mufasa stood on the balcony of the palace and looked over his subjects just as his father had done nearly 20 years ago. Mufasa's majordomo, Zazu arrived and greeted him. "Congratulations, your highness." he said. "Thank you, Zazu. Glad you could make it." Mufasa said. "Of course." Zazu said.
Rafiki, a wise old priest, made his way into the room. Mufasa greeted and hugged the old man. "It's an honor to have you here, Rafiki." Mufasa said and smiled. "I'm happy to be here, Mufasa." Rafiki said with a strong African accent.
They turned to Mufasa's wife, Queen Sarabi who was sitting in a chair and cradling her newborn baby. She stood up and carefully handed the child to Rafiki. "What is his name?" Rafiki asked. "His name is Simba." Mufasa replied. Rafiki blessed the child and whispered, "Simba...". Rafiki walked out with Mufasa, Sarabi, and Zazu to face the crowd. Then with the king's permission, Rafiki lifted the baby high in the air for all to see. A tradition the Pridelands had for a long time.
Sarabi and Mufasa smiled at each other and put their arms around one another. The crowd cheered and then knelt before their future king.