Chapter 8:
It was early, I could tell as the first rays of sunlight penetrated through
my tent. Grumbling to myself, I rolled over in attempt of falling back
asleep when I hit something fury on my right. Sitting up and blinking, I
remembered that I had taken Simba from his cage. Gasping, I reached for
the little lion cub as he opened his eyes.
"Huh?"
Simba murmured as I unzipped my tent flap and cosiously looked outside.
"I have to put you back," I whispered, "my dad will be mad if you aren't in
it."
I crawled to the tent's opening and silently made my way to the cage.
"Diana?"
My dad's voice startled me so that I almost dropped Simba;
"What do you think you're doing with him out of his cage?"
"Ummm," I stuttered, what could I say?
"I was making to much noise in my cage," Simba whispered as I sighed.
"You didn't hear him last night? He was very noisy in his cage; and so I
didn't want to wake anyone up so I took him out of his cage and that calmed
him down. You know, he needed some company I guess, it's kinda like a
puppy....."
"Diana, shut up, he's not a puppy! He, is, nothing, he doesn't think,
doesn't feel!"
My dad's sudden outburst made me snap my head up in shock;
"I didn't hear anything, you're lying, I'll put the cage in my tent," my
dad finished.
"But... he wasn't to much trouble!"
I insisted as I shifted my arms under Simba's weight;
"Put him in the cage; now," my dad ordered as I lowered my head and walked
towards the cage, removed the pillow, and gently placed Simba inside.
"Sorry," I said as I shut the door and my dad came and locked it.
"Come on dad, don't put him in your tent, the poor thing won't get any
sleep with all your snoring."
I began, trying to smile;
"Diana, let me explain this to you one more time, he's not a pet, he's
nothing, he'll be a decoration on my wall," he chuckled, "at least you'll
see him whenever you come over..."
I gasped as I stepped back from him, "how can you be so cruel? You don't
even know what he's been through!"
"Who cares?"
My dad shot back, "he's an animal, they have no past, no life, they just
eat, hunt which the males don't even do that," he paused and looked at
Simba.
"I hate you," I said softly as I turned my head to hide my tears.
"What was that?"
He inquired, stepping towards me; now I could see why my mom left him.
"I hate you!!!!!!"
I shouted as I ran back towards my tent and sat down and cried.
"She's just a child, she'll get over it," one of the men said to my dad.
'No I won't.'
I thought as I went through my suitcase and brought out my swim suit and a
book;
After putting it on, I walked out of my tent and layed a blanket in a sunny
spot, I had a direct view of Simba's cage that sat in the shade as I
stretched out and began to read.
'William Shakespeare's, Hamlet'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I hope you like it, tell me what you think Bambi!!!
To everyone else, please review!!!!
It was early, I could tell as the first rays of sunlight penetrated through
my tent. Grumbling to myself, I rolled over in attempt of falling back
asleep when I hit something fury on my right. Sitting up and blinking, I
remembered that I had taken Simba from his cage. Gasping, I reached for
the little lion cub as he opened his eyes.
"Huh?"
Simba murmured as I unzipped my tent flap and cosiously looked outside.
"I have to put you back," I whispered, "my dad will be mad if you aren't in
it."
I crawled to the tent's opening and silently made my way to the cage.
"Diana?"
My dad's voice startled me so that I almost dropped Simba;
"What do you think you're doing with him out of his cage?"
"Ummm," I stuttered, what could I say?
"I was making to much noise in my cage," Simba whispered as I sighed.
"You didn't hear him last night? He was very noisy in his cage; and so I
didn't want to wake anyone up so I took him out of his cage and that calmed
him down. You know, he needed some company I guess, it's kinda like a
puppy....."
"Diana, shut up, he's not a puppy! He, is, nothing, he doesn't think,
doesn't feel!"
My dad's sudden outburst made me snap my head up in shock;
"I didn't hear anything, you're lying, I'll put the cage in my tent," my
dad finished.
"But... he wasn't to much trouble!"
I insisted as I shifted my arms under Simba's weight;
"Put him in the cage; now," my dad ordered as I lowered my head and walked
towards the cage, removed the pillow, and gently placed Simba inside.
"Sorry," I said as I shut the door and my dad came and locked it.
"Come on dad, don't put him in your tent, the poor thing won't get any
sleep with all your snoring."
I began, trying to smile;
"Diana, let me explain this to you one more time, he's not a pet, he's
nothing, he'll be a decoration on my wall," he chuckled, "at least you'll
see him whenever you come over..."
I gasped as I stepped back from him, "how can you be so cruel? You don't
even know what he's been through!"
"Who cares?"
My dad shot back, "he's an animal, they have no past, no life, they just
eat, hunt which the males don't even do that," he paused and looked at
Simba.
"I hate you," I said softly as I turned my head to hide my tears.
"What was that?"
He inquired, stepping towards me; now I could see why my mom left him.
"I hate you!!!!!!"
I shouted as I ran back towards my tent and sat down and cried.
"She's just a child, she'll get over it," one of the men said to my dad.
'No I won't.'
I thought as I went through my suitcase and brought out my swim suit and a
book;
After putting it on, I walked out of my tent and layed a blanket in a sunny
spot, I had a direct view of Simba's cage that sat in the shade as I
stretched out and began to read.
'William Shakespeare's, Hamlet'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I hope you like it, tell me what you think Bambi!!!
To everyone else, please review!!!!