The Lion Who Became King with Help from a Hyena -- Chapter 2
Notes :: Thanks, y'all, for reviewing. I'm so happy that I finally have some fans! Anyway, so here comes the second chapter of TLWBKWHFAH. Now, all be thankful for a much longer chappie this time!
A few months later, Simba rose at dawn and went out to Pride Rock, to see the early sun rise, make sure it would be there. He caught sight of a large red ant, and licked it up.
"Ah! Disgusting!" He shrieked.
"Dad! Dad!" He ran in, screaming. On the way he 'accidentally' pounced on Scar. Scar had been awake, sucking on an Altoid. He quickly spit it out.
"What was that for?" Scar asked. But Simba didn't hear him.
"Dad! Dad! Wake up! You wouldn't believe this thing... it was the grossest thing I ever tasted! It was really spicy!" He blabbed to his father. Sarabi, his mother, drowsily opened one eye. Scar watched from a few yards away, his eye on Sarabi. He'd always thought she was cute. But, she was Mufasa's girl, and that wouldn't change soon.
"Looks like your son is awake." Sarabi groaned to Mufasa.
"Before sunrise he's your son." Mufasa answered. He snapped awake, at seeing Simba's red hot tongue lolling in front of him.
"Son? That's very rude! Today is the day I teach you about the Circle of Life!" Mufasa said.
"Oh, goody! Heh, heh. I forgot!" Simba confessed, pulling in his magically healed tongue. Mufasa quickly rolled his eyes.
"Come on, son! Let's go!" Mufasa started to race Simba up to Pride Rock, and Mufasa won.
"Hah! I win!" He joked.
"Ah, man!" Simba whined. Mufasa stuck his tongue out at Simba, playfully."Ahem. Anyway. Simba, everything the dark-- oops I mean light touches is our kingdom." Mufasa said.
"Wow!" Simba said.
"A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king." Mufasa explained.
"You mean someday everything the light touches will be mine?" Simba asked.
"Yes, smarty pants!" Mufasa noogied him. Then he fell off Pride Rock, and dragged Simba with him.
"AAAAHHHH!" They shrieked. Once at the bottom, Mufasa dusted himself off, and they walked through the savvanah.
"Everything you see exists together. In a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance, and respect all the creatures: from the crawling ant, to the leaping antelope." Mufasa said to Simba.
"But Dad, don't we eat the antelope?" Simba asked.
"Yes, but when we die our bodies become the antelope. And the grass eat the antelope. And so, we are all connected in the great life of circle." Mufasa said. Simba gave him a look, then shrugged it off.
"Good morning, Sire!" Zazu greeted as he flew on a rock.
"Good morning, Zazu!" Mufasa greeted back.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Checking in, with the morning report!" Zazu exclaimed.
"Oh, that be the case, fire away!"
• Zazu
• Mufasa
• Simba
• All
It's an honor and a privilege, a duty I perform
With due sense of decorum and with pride
With deference and great respect very much the norm
Plus a hint of sycophancy on the side
To lay before my ruler all the facts about his realm
To fill him in on all the beastly news
Yes, yes, Zazu, get on with it!
In order that His Majesty stands sturdy at the helm
Aware of all the fauna's latest views
Zazu! The morning report!
Er-- yes, Sire-- the morning report
Chimps are going ape, giraffes remain above it all
Elephants remember, though just what I can't recall
Crocodiles are snapping up fresh offers from the banks
Showed interest in my nest egg but I quickly said "No thanks!"
We haven't paid the hornbills and the vultures have a hunch
Not everyone invited will be coming back from lunch
This is the morning report
Gives you the long and the short
Every grunt, roar, and snort
Not a tale I distort
On the morning report
What are you doing, son?
Pouncing
Let and old pro show you how it's done
The buffalo have got a beef
About this season's grass Stay low to the ground
Warthogs have been thwarted
In attempts to save their gas
Flamingoes in the pink and Yeah, stay low!
Chasing secretary birds
Saffron is this season's color
Seen in all the herds Shh, not a sound
Moving down the rank and file Take it slow
To near the bottom rung One more step
Far too many beetles are
Quite frankly in the dung Then pounce!
Aaaaaak!
Simba pounces
This is the morning report
Gives you the long and the short
Every grunt, roar, and snort
Not a tale I distort
On the morning report
This is the morning report
Gives you the long and the short
Every grunt, roar, and snort
Not a tale I distort
On the morning report
"That's very good!" Mufasa complimented, as he recovered from laughter.
"Well, now. Why don't you go play, and I'll--"
"Sire! Hyenas! In the Pride Lands!" Zazu interrupted.
"Zazu, take Simba to see Scar."
"Ah, Dad. Can't I come?" Simba pleaded.
"No, son."
"I never get to go anywhere!" Simba complained.
"Young Master, you're absolutely right. Woops! I mean, one day you will rule over the kingdom. Then you can chase those slobbering mangy stupid poaches from dawn, until dusk. And then some." Zazu bragged.
"Don't you think I'd get tired?" Simba asked. Zazu sighed.
"Never mind." He said. Simba shook his head.
"Hey uncle Scar! Guess what?" Simba said proudly. Scar, who had, once again, been eating altoids, choked on one and cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Technical difficulties with eating altoids." Scar explained.
"Guess what?" Simba repeated.
"Hmm, let me think. I am the best uncle in the world? I am way better then you and should rule? I despise guessing games?" Scar said, annoyed.
"Of course not! You're really bad at this, Uncle Scar." Simba laughed. Scar raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes.
"Really?" He said sarcastically.
"Yup. Anyway, I'm gonna be the king of Pride Rock!" Simba exclaimed.
"Oh really? When?" Scar was getting impatient.
"Well, according to my dad, when the sun sets."
"Oh? Well that's awfully soon." Scar rolled his eyes.
"Uncle Scar?" Simba asked. Scar looked at him slyly.
"When I'm king, what'll that make you?" He finished.
"A monkey's uncle." Scar said.
"Your so weird!" Simba answered.
"You have no idea." Scar said, slyly.
"But uncle Scar! I'm gonna be king!" Simba reminded him.
"Oh goody. Forgive me for not leaping for joy, bad back you know." Scar slumped onto the floor. Simba ignored him.
"My Dad just showed me the whole kingdom. And to think, some day I'll rule it all!" A look crossed Simba's face. "Does that mean I'll be a monkey?" He asked.
"Well yes, weird people are always monkeys. I mean not that you're weird..."
"Eh?" Simba asked.
"Well. I suppose your father didn't show what's beyond that rise at the northern border?" Scar asked.
"Uh, actually I think it's the Southern border." Simba said. Scar looked at him crossly.
"Heh. Well no. He said I can't go there!" Simba whined.
"And he's absolutely right! It's far too dangerous--only the bravest lions go there." Scar said.
"I'm brave. What's out there, Monkey's uncle?" Simba asked.
"Hang on, you're not king yet. Anyway, I'm sorry but an elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince. Oops!" Scar said.
"An elephant what?" Simba asked.
"Well I suppose you'd have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all." Scar said, sarcastically.
"Just do me one favor. Promise me you'll never visit that dreadful place!" He begged.
"No problem." Simba said.
"There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun." Scar pushed Simba off.
"And remember! It's our little secret!" He reminded the cub. Simba ran off.