Chapter 12:
"It means no worries, for the rest of your days, it's a problem free
philosophy hakuna matata!"
It started as being annoying, interrupting my reading every so often; but
when the singing and the words, wouldn't go away, I put down my book and
followed the source.
"Hakuna matata?"
I heard simba question as I peaked through the leaves;
"Yeah, it's our Mata," Timon said.
"What's a Mata?"
"Nothing what's a Mata with you?!"
Timon replied as Pumbaa and him laughed and I followed suit, making
everyone raise there heads;
"Hey guys, what are you talking about?"
I asked, parting the leaves and sitting down on the ground;
"Something called, hakuna matata," Simba said as I listened.
"Just listen and we'll tell ya all about it," Timon said as I sat and did
so.
"You know kids, these two words will solve all your problems!"
Pumbaa said;
"Yeah, take Pumbaa for example; why, when he was a young wart hog."
"When I was a young wart hooooog!!!!!!!!!"
I smiled;
"Very nice," Timon answered.
Simba and I sat and listened about Pumbaa and his, "aroma problem," as we
all got up and began looking around the beautiful jungle.
"Look," I said as we came across a log and I watched Simba jump and play,
"I can't just, lead a life of no worries, I have a family, a mom, a
home..."
Did I have a dad?
The question stayed in my mind until I forced it back again. No, I had no
father, I'd turn him in to the authorities as soon as I found the
airport...
Who are you kidding?
You'll never find it; and even if you did, you couldn't leave Simba...
'He needs you.'
My mom's voice, I could hear it, it hung on the wind.
It was then that I had decided, that I would stay with Simba, Timon, and
Pumbaa. Whenever I would make it home, I'd have one hell of a story to
tell...
'What if you don't make it?'
Well, I hadn't thought about that...
"Oh well, hakuna matata."
Simba's voice brought me back to reality as I looked down at him eating a
bug...
"Ewww, gross!"
I said, turning my head away;
"Mmmm, tastes like chicken," the meerkat commented as they ate.
"No thanks," I said, turning away.
"Come on Diana, what else is there?"
I knew, in part, that Simba was right, I was starving; but bugs?
'Well, I've come this far.'
I thought as I picked up a worm, figuring that would be the safest to eat.
I could feel it's little skinny body squirming in my grasp as I popped it
in to my mouth, and began chewing, fighting down the severe urge to bring
it back up...
"Slimy," I said as I choked it down.
"Yet satisfying," Simba said as I gazed at him oddly.
'How was I going to survive?'
I mused to myself as we continued touring Simba and I new home...
End Of Chapter 12
I hope you like it Bambi and all, thanks for the reviews!!
"It means no worries, for the rest of your days, it's a problem free
philosophy hakuna matata!"
It started as being annoying, interrupting my reading every so often; but
when the singing and the words, wouldn't go away, I put down my book and
followed the source.
"Hakuna matata?"
I heard simba question as I peaked through the leaves;
"Yeah, it's our Mata," Timon said.
"What's a Mata?"
"Nothing what's a Mata with you?!"
Timon replied as Pumbaa and him laughed and I followed suit, making
everyone raise there heads;
"Hey guys, what are you talking about?"
I asked, parting the leaves and sitting down on the ground;
"Something called, hakuna matata," Simba said as I listened.
"Just listen and we'll tell ya all about it," Timon said as I sat and did
so.
"You know kids, these two words will solve all your problems!"
Pumbaa said;
"Yeah, take Pumbaa for example; why, when he was a young wart hog."
"When I was a young wart hooooog!!!!!!!!!"
I smiled;
"Very nice," Timon answered.
Simba and I sat and listened about Pumbaa and his, "aroma problem," as we
all got up and began looking around the beautiful jungle.
"Look," I said as we came across a log and I watched Simba jump and play,
"I can't just, lead a life of no worries, I have a family, a mom, a
home..."
Did I have a dad?
The question stayed in my mind until I forced it back again. No, I had no
father, I'd turn him in to the authorities as soon as I found the
airport...
Who are you kidding?
You'll never find it; and even if you did, you couldn't leave Simba...
'He needs you.'
My mom's voice, I could hear it, it hung on the wind.
It was then that I had decided, that I would stay with Simba, Timon, and
Pumbaa. Whenever I would make it home, I'd have one hell of a story to
tell...
'What if you don't make it?'
Well, I hadn't thought about that...
"Oh well, hakuna matata."
Simba's voice brought me back to reality as I looked down at him eating a
bug...
"Ewww, gross!"
I said, turning my head away;
"Mmmm, tastes like chicken," the meerkat commented as they ate.
"No thanks," I said, turning away.
"Come on Diana, what else is there?"
I knew, in part, that Simba was right, I was starving; but bugs?
'Well, I've come this far.'
I thought as I picked up a worm, figuring that would be the safest to eat.
I could feel it's little skinny body squirming in my grasp as I popped it
in to my mouth, and began chewing, fighting down the severe urge to bring
it back up...
"Slimy," I said as I choked it down.
"Yet satisfying," Simba said as I gazed at him oddly.
'How was I going to survive?'
I mused to myself as we continued touring Simba and I new home...
End Of Chapter 12
I hope you like it Bambi and all, thanks for the reviews!!