Chapter 4:
As I watched, my dad and another man lifted the cage down from the back of
the truck and I peered in as they past. I saw the cub lying on it's side,
it's fur golden with a tuff of fur on it's head.
"It's a male," my dad said to me as I watched as they opened the cage door
and put a slab of meet down for the lion cub. Then, they shut the door and
moved the cage, setting it on a table.
"Dinner is in a half an hour," my dad said as him and the two men went in
to a large tent to talk.
Curious, I stepped up to the cage and looked inside, the cub still lay
unmoving in the bottom of it.
"Are you awake little cub?"
I asked softly but he made no sound;
Seeing my glass of water that I had been drinking earlier, I walked over to
it and picked it up; I went back to the cage and poured my water slowly
onto his head. The cub moaned and raised his head, his brown eyes meeting
my own.
"Wh-what?"
'Did I just hear it....?
No, that was impossible, animals don't talk;
"Huh, what's going on?"
Out of pure shock and surprise, I tilted and dropped my water glass,
spilling the rest of my water on the cub and the glass falling to the
ground as I stepped back.
"Did you just, talk?"
"Where am I? Who are you?"
"ahhhhhhhh!"
I screamed, freaked out; a lion was talking and I could understand him!
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
The little cub screamed back as my dad came out of the tent.
"Diana, what are you screaming about?"
He demanded as the little lion shrunk back in fright;
"That, lion was talking to me, and I could understand him!"
My dad smiled, "fourteen year olds, you really need to grow up Diana,
lions; no animals talk."
"But, I'll prove it, say something," I said to the lion.
"Where am I?"
"See? He just asked me where he was."
This time my dad laughed, "all I heard was a little growl, stop making
things up."
"What is this thing?"
"You're in a cage," I told him.
As I watched, the lion got up and walked around, bumping in to the bars of
the cage.
"What? Let me out!"
"I'm sorry," I said as my dad looked on.
"Really Diana, stop with your imaginary friends," he said as he turned
around and left.
"What, imaginary friends?"
The cub inquired, "I'm not imaginary..."
"Who are you?"
I asked him, "you can hear what my dad says?"
"Yeah," he paused, "my name's Simba."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ten points to all who guessed that the cub was Simba!!
I hope you like it Bambi, please review all!!
As I watched, my dad and another man lifted the cage down from the back of
the truck and I peered in as they past. I saw the cub lying on it's side,
it's fur golden with a tuff of fur on it's head.
"It's a male," my dad said to me as I watched as they opened the cage door
and put a slab of meet down for the lion cub. Then, they shut the door and
moved the cage, setting it on a table.
"Dinner is in a half an hour," my dad said as him and the two men went in
to a large tent to talk.
Curious, I stepped up to the cage and looked inside, the cub still lay
unmoving in the bottom of it.
"Are you awake little cub?"
I asked softly but he made no sound;
Seeing my glass of water that I had been drinking earlier, I walked over to
it and picked it up; I went back to the cage and poured my water slowly
onto his head. The cub moaned and raised his head, his brown eyes meeting
my own.
"Wh-what?"
'Did I just hear it....?
No, that was impossible, animals don't talk;
"Huh, what's going on?"
Out of pure shock and surprise, I tilted and dropped my water glass,
spilling the rest of my water on the cub and the glass falling to the
ground as I stepped back.
"Did you just, talk?"
"Where am I? Who are you?"
"ahhhhhhhh!"
I screamed, freaked out; a lion was talking and I could understand him!
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
The little cub screamed back as my dad came out of the tent.
"Diana, what are you screaming about?"
He demanded as the little lion shrunk back in fright;
"That, lion was talking to me, and I could understand him!"
My dad smiled, "fourteen year olds, you really need to grow up Diana,
lions; no animals talk."
"But, I'll prove it, say something," I said to the lion.
"Where am I?"
"See? He just asked me where he was."
This time my dad laughed, "all I heard was a little growl, stop making
things up."
"What is this thing?"
"You're in a cage," I told him.
As I watched, the lion got up and walked around, bumping in to the bars of
the cage.
"What? Let me out!"
"I'm sorry," I said as my dad looked on.
"Really Diana, stop with your imaginary friends," he said as he turned
around and left.
"What, imaginary friends?"
The cub inquired, "I'm not imaginary..."
"Who are you?"
I asked him, "you can hear what my dad says?"
"Yeah," he paused, "my name's Simba."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ten points to all who guessed that the cub was Simba!!
I hope you like it Bambi, please review all!!