Chapter 7
By this time I had forgotten all about my book, I had a little lion cub telling me a story, who needs a book when you can have a lion tell you a story? Simba sighed as he shifted uncomfortably. I sighed, "You don't have to tell me," I said, even though by then I was dying to know.
Simba turned. I nodded; it was ok with me. "You will tell me at one point though right?" Simba turned to face me now. "I guess," he said sadly. "Di!" I cringed. Why did he have to call me that?
I turned. "What?" I shouted back. "We're all going to bed, you should to." He said. I shrugged. "Alright Dad." I turned and smiled at Simba. "I'll be back, don't worry." Simba shrugged and then turned around and laid down. I went over to my tent and crawled in, acting as though I was going to go to sleep.
Instead I grabbed my book and picked up where I left off. It was a good book. It was called "The two princesses of Bamarre." Of course, where I was it was really hard to put it down. I guess you could say it was just one of those books where once you picked it up you just couldn't put it down.
I finished the book and then listened. At night I considered my dad a snoring machine. Sometimes I could swear he snores so loud he could wake the whole neighborhood up. This was just another reason why I hated being with him.
As I waited I thought about what my mom had said. I knew Simba needed me. How was I to set him free though? I mean, I was only fourteen. But then there was the other thing I was curious about. Why, why, why could he talk and I understand?
Just as a loud snore emitted from the tent outside it hit me. I was part Indian! Didn't Indians have special relationships with animals? Perhaps this was what it was. But Indians had never been in Africa, so why was I talking with a lion and not a horse or something? Another snore came from my Dad's tent and I knew he was asleep.
Carefully I unzipped my tent and went over to the table my dad and the men had set up. On it was their rifles, and the keys. I picked the keys up and softly padded over to Simba's cage. He was sleeping somewhat soundly. I smiled as I watched him, still unsure. I looked over to my dad's tent. There was the occasional snore, which always meant Dad was sound asleep. But what about the other men?
I pursed my lips and put the key in the lock. Then I turned it and Simba rolled over to look at me. "What's going on?" he asked. "Shh," I said as I opened the cage. I picked him up and held him baby style. Simba yawned once more and then rested his head against me and fell back asleep. I smiled at him and then put a yellow pillow in the cage. I knew it wouldn't fool anyone if they looked closely enough. But if they were half asleep and just happened to glance they wouldn't think anything of it.
I closed the cage and replaced the keys. Then I carried Simba to my tent and pulled the covers up over my body and his. He curled up next to me. "This is warm," he murmured as I put the covers over him. I smiled. Then I sighed and got comfortable. I knew I could set him free right then and there.
But as far as I could tell, he had no pride. A little lion cub wouldn't last long in the hot African sun. No, perhaps it was better that Simba was with us right then. At least for now anyway. When he grew up though, he would be free.
"Diana?" I turned to see him laying on his stomach looking at me. "Hmmm?" I replied. Simba sighed and then looked back at me. He then told me all about his past. How he was the prince of his lands, about his uncle and his father. How his father, the king was dead and how it had been his fault. When he finished I sat there in awe. I pulled him into a hug and then said, "It's ok," I didn't know what else to say.
Simba cried a little and then fell asleep. I sighed and watched him for a moment. Then my eyes began to get heavy and soon I couldn't resist any longer. My eyes closed and before I knew it I was in a deep, deep sleep dreaming about being a lion and running in Simba's pride...
********** I'm not sure I like this chapter, it was sort of worthless...hmm well hope you all liked it, reviews please! Thanks! Ttfn.
By this time I had forgotten all about my book, I had a little lion cub telling me a story, who needs a book when you can have a lion tell you a story? Simba sighed as he shifted uncomfortably. I sighed, "You don't have to tell me," I said, even though by then I was dying to know.
Simba turned. I nodded; it was ok with me. "You will tell me at one point though right?" Simba turned to face me now. "I guess," he said sadly. "Di!" I cringed. Why did he have to call me that?
I turned. "What?" I shouted back. "We're all going to bed, you should to." He said. I shrugged. "Alright Dad." I turned and smiled at Simba. "I'll be back, don't worry." Simba shrugged and then turned around and laid down. I went over to my tent and crawled in, acting as though I was going to go to sleep.
Instead I grabbed my book and picked up where I left off. It was a good book. It was called "The two princesses of Bamarre." Of course, where I was it was really hard to put it down. I guess you could say it was just one of those books where once you picked it up you just couldn't put it down.
I finished the book and then listened. At night I considered my dad a snoring machine. Sometimes I could swear he snores so loud he could wake the whole neighborhood up. This was just another reason why I hated being with him.
As I waited I thought about what my mom had said. I knew Simba needed me. How was I to set him free though? I mean, I was only fourteen. But then there was the other thing I was curious about. Why, why, why could he talk and I understand?
Just as a loud snore emitted from the tent outside it hit me. I was part Indian! Didn't Indians have special relationships with animals? Perhaps this was what it was. But Indians had never been in Africa, so why was I talking with a lion and not a horse or something? Another snore came from my Dad's tent and I knew he was asleep.
Carefully I unzipped my tent and went over to the table my dad and the men had set up. On it was their rifles, and the keys. I picked the keys up and softly padded over to Simba's cage. He was sleeping somewhat soundly. I smiled as I watched him, still unsure. I looked over to my dad's tent. There was the occasional snore, which always meant Dad was sound asleep. But what about the other men?
I pursed my lips and put the key in the lock. Then I turned it and Simba rolled over to look at me. "What's going on?" he asked. "Shh," I said as I opened the cage. I picked him up and held him baby style. Simba yawned once more and then rested his head against me and fell back asleep. I smiled at him and then put a yellow pillow in the cage. I knew it wouldn't fool anyone if they looked closely enough. But if they were half asleep and just happened to glance they wouldn't think anything of it.
I closed the cage and replaced the keys. Then I carried Simba to my tent and pulled the covers up over my body and his. He curled up next to me. "This is warm," he murmured as I put the covers over him. I smiled. Then I sighed and got comfortable. I knew I could set him free right then and there.
But as far as I could tell, he had no pride. A little lion cub wouldn't last long in the hot African sun. No, perhaps it was better that Simba was with us right then. At least for now anyway. When he grew up though, he would be free.
"Diana?" I turned to see him laying on his stomach looking at me. "Hmmm?" I replied. Simba sighed and then looked back at me. He then told me all about his past. How he was the prince of his lands, about his uncle and his father. How his father, the king was dead and how it had been his fault. When he finished I sat there in awe. I pulled him into a hug and then said, "It's ok," I didn't know what else to say.
Simba cried a little and then fell asleep. I sighed and watched him for a moment. Then my eyes began to get heavy and soon I couldn't resist any longer. My eyes closed and before I knew it I was in a deep, deep sleep dreaming about being a lion and running in Simba's pride...
********** I'm not sure I like this chapter, it was sort of worthless...hmm well hope you all liked it, reviews please! Thanks! Ttfn.