Simba's Sorrow
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Simba sat on a hollow log overlooking the steam. In his reflection, he saw a near spitting image of his father. Even with his father deceased, he could not escape him. How he cursed the day he was born. Had he not been born, Mufasa would still be alive. If only he hadn't been in the gorge that day when the wildebeest stampeded. Simba fought back tears and the lion let out an ear piercing roar into the night.
"You said you'd always be there for me," he howled.
Suddenly, Simba's melancholy mood was distracted. A pebble whizzed past his ear and landed in the stream. Simba looked to his right. An old bony monkey sat up in a tree singing gibberish.
"Cut it out!" Simba ordered.
"Can't cut it out; grows right back." the monkey retaliated.
Simba did his best to ignore the creepy old monkey, but the baboon continued to follow him.
"Who are you?" Simba finally asked him.
The monkey responded, "The question is, 'Who are you?'"
The lion thought for a minute. He had been born a Prince, a cub who just couldn't wait to be king. Then his father died, and he went into exile. He was then raised by an outcast meerkat and lone warthog, eating insects and having no worries. So much time since his birth; So much time since his father's death. He didn't know where he was or where he was going now. He simply replied, "I thought I knew. Now I'm not so sure."
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