Simba paced, eyes watching the land around him...would, or would not, the light touch the outlands? He sat nervously. The sun began to rise and he was instantly reminded of the words his father spoke so very long ago: 'Look Simba, everything the light touches is our kingdom' He looked northward, towards the lands previously inhabited by lionesses that had fallen into the dark powers of his late uncle Scar. Now, they were clear of their hate and joined his pride as one.
Eyes straining to see if the rays would touch the outlands, he rotated a bit to get a better view. The savannah was awakening; animals of every nature rising to greet the morning. The final ray of light hit the land, but failed to touch the outlands. He was worried.
Just then, Zazu, royal aide, landed before Simba's front paw.
"Aah! Good to see you awake, sire. But trouble's on the horizon." he said
"What could be troublesome, then? Spill." Simba replied, eyes still watching the horizon.
"The antelope were out by their grazing land. Anyways, the flood that appeared to have swept away Zira has washed into their territory, and they are in quite a pickle. But the problem is, we can't seem to find any bit of Zira...not that we'd want to."
"What? But how?"
"No one knows, Simba. Knowing how sneaky that lioness was, she must have found some way to get out of the river."
Around the corner, an erect tail appeared trotting behind a rock. Pumbaa, closely followed by Timon.
"So what's the news for today, roi?" Timon asked
"Not good. Zira may be still alive"
Timon's face scrunched a bit, trying to think of how Zira would be able to hop out of a rushing river.
"Oh, well, what's say we go get breakfast and think this over on a good, slimy pile of grubs?" Pumbaa started, smiling.
"Pumbaa...that solution stinks. We need to be spies." Timon replied, eyes going shifty and ducking behind a rock. "Besides, I've told you before. The crunchy ones are gourmet."
"Well, while you two are trying to figure out what type of those disgusting creatures you wish to eat, the king has much more important tasks to attend to. Am I right, Simba?" Zazu said, back tailfeathers twitching.
"Aah...I suppose. Kiara's giving her hunt a second try today, and I have to show Kovu the land he will inherit. I'm sure Zazu would be willing to show you the biggest log in the pridelands...right Zazu?" Simba stated, winking at Timon and Pumbaa.
"Yes, si...what? You have to be kidding!" Zazu shuddered.
"No. Fly ahead, find a big log and tell those two where it is so they can go and discuss grub issues away from those who have the ability to eat them out of sheer anger. And, once you're done, check out the Zira situation."
"Alright. Okay. I give up. I'll be going now. Follow me and keep up. I'll be finding you the largest log in Africa." Zazu said.
At that, the number departed, Simba to the den were Kovu waited.
Eyes straining to see if the rays would touch the outlands, he rotated a bit to get a better view. The savannah was awakening; animals of every nature rising to greet the morning. The final ray of light hit the land, but failed to touch the outlands. He was worried.
Just then, Zazu, royal aide, landed before Simba's front paw.
"Aah! Good to see you awake, sire. But trouble's on the horizon." he said
"What could be troublesome, then? Spill." Simba replied, eyes still watching the horizon.
"The antelope were out by their grazing land. Anyways, the flood that appeared to have swept away Zira has washed into their territory, and they are in quite a pickle. But the problem is, we can't seem to find any bit of Zira...not that we'd want to."
"What? But how?"
"No one knows, Simba. Knowing how sneaky that lioness was, she must have found some way to get out of the river."
Around the corner, an erect tail appeared trotting behind a rock. Pumbaa, closely followed by Timon.
"So what's the news for today, roi?" Timon asked
"Not good. Zira may be still alive"
Timon's face scrunched a bit, trying to think of how Zira would be able to hop out of a rushing river.
"Oh, well, what's say we go get breakfast and think this over on a good, slimy pile of grubs?" Pumbaa started, smiling.
"Pumbaa...that solution stinks. We need to be spies." Timon replied, eyes going shifty and ducking behind a rock. "Besides, I've told you before. The crunchy ones are gourmet."
"Well, while you two are trying to figure out what type of those disgusting creatures you wish to eat, the king has much more important tasks to attend to. Am I right, Simba?" Zazu said, back tailfeathers twitching.
"Aah...I suppose. Kiara's giving her hunt a second try today, and I have to show Kovu the land he will inherit. I'm sure Zazu would be willing to show you the biggest log in the pridelands...right Zazu?" Simba stated, winking at Timon and Pumbaa.
"Yes, si...what? You have to be kidding!" Zazu shuddered.
"No. Fly ahead, find a big log and tell those two where it is so they can go and discuss grub issues away from those who have the ability to eat them out of sheer anger. And, once you're done, check out the Zira situation."
"Alright. Okay. I give up. I'll be going now. Follow me and keep up. I'll be finding you the largest log in Africa." Zazu said.
At that, the number departed, Simba to the den were Kovu waited.