That evening as the sun set and turned the sky into a beautiful crimson red, Rafiki returned to pride rock to start a small funeral for Zazu. He had already buried the bird next to his baobab tree and had taken two of his tail feathers and a few other feathers and wrapped them in the skin of a rabbit that Rafiki had found dead a few weeks ago.

When Rafiki arrived back at Pride Rock, he approached Mufasa who looked quite sad but showed no signs of crying.

"I will scour the land for a new advisor for you and I will not give up until I have found one," said Rafiki.

"Thank you friend, once you find them just tell them to fly to Pride Rock and ask for me, I will be waiting for him or her," said Mufasa.

Rafiki just nodded and then went back to the edge of pride rock. He stood there for a moment with the rabbit skin which he had formed into a neat round ball and muttered words that no one could comprehend.

Simba watched the old baboon with fascination, wondering how he became so wise and fascinating.

Suddenly Rafiki threw the ball of skin in the air as high as he could. Simba watched it in fascination and wondered why Rafiki had done that. Just when Simba blinked though, the ball of fur vanished, never to be seen again.

Rafiki stood there looking up at the heavens for a few more moments before turning back to the pride.

"Take care now," was all the old baboon said before he ran down the savanna and back to his baobab tree.

Simba was still quite stunned by what had happened and stood there looking up at the sky for quite a while, wondering what had happened to the rabbit skin. His wonderment soon ended with a loud yawn that Sarabi heard, and quickly shepherded her son into the cave for a nice long rest after a long hard day.

For two days the pride was without an advisor, Mufasa kept hoping for someone to come and hated missing anything, so he usually sent out the lionesses to go hunt for him. (Which is usually the case anyway in real life) Simba of course was happy his father did that since they now had time to bond or play some more, and Nala even joined them.

Rafiki spent the two days wandering the pride lands and would ask every single bird he could find. Sadly all of them said no, they did not want to end up like Zazu and felt that their life was dangerous enough as it is. He even begged a vulture to take over but the vulture thought it was the dumbest job in the world. Finally on the second night, Rafiki planned to search the pride lands for one more day, if he could not find someone, he would go on a journey until the right bird could be found.

Rafiki got lucky though, on the morning of the third day Rafiki was awakened by a bird in his tree singing up a storm, the bird was definitely not a good singer Rafiki wanted to put a stop to it. Besides it was early and Rafiki hated waking up when the sun was barely up.

Rafiki then climbed all the way up to the branch where the bird was singing and hit him on the head with his stick. The bird was knocked out cold and fell down the branch and into Rafiki's painting room.

Rafiki then climbed down to observe the bird and see if he was not harmed too badly. Once he got to the bird, the bird was trying to regain his senses and was walking around all dizzy like.

"Sit down and wait for your head to stop being so dizzy," said Rafiki who then grabbed the bird and set him down on top of a branch.

The little bird sat down and looked up at Rafiki, his eyes told the old baboon that it would be a few minutes for the bird to regain his senses.

While Rafiki waited, he looked at the bird more closely. He discovered that he was an African Cuckoo, a bird who liked to make other birds do their nesting work for them. He was dark green and white in color. The white was mostly on the stomach and there was a little above the eyes that made him look like he had eyebrows. He was quite a small creature, much smaller than Zazu had been.

A few seconds later the bird came around and looked up at the old baboon.

"Egads sir, that hurt," he said.

Rafiki chuckled a little, the bird had the funniest accent ever, it sounded a little British but it also sounded like his nose was stuffed up.

"I am sorry, you just woke me early from my lovely slumber," said Rafiki.

"Ah that's what we birds do though, I used to sing on top of a giraffe all day until I was one day whacked with a branch that she was feeding on. It was like Noah's Ark for a week afterwards, I hope that stick did not do the same thing," said the bird, Rafiki could tell he was quite a chatter box.

"Well to make sure that you don't see double here's a little concoction I have lying around, it works splendidly when your head hurts," said Rafiki who handed the little bird a small gourd with a strange colored liquid in it.

The bird took one sip and made a very funny face, he then spit the drink out. "Egads, whatcha trying to do, poison me. Oh my, that was like licking a hippo after he wallowed in the mud that was actually his own feces," said the bird.

"That bad huh?" asked Rafiki who had never heard that his concoction was that bad before.

"Oh yes that bad," said the bird.

"Well I apologize, now tell me what is your name, my name is Rafiki," said Rafiki.

"Well its nice to meet you Rafiki, me names Ban'ai," said the bird.

"Good to meet you too, now tell me Ban'ai, how would you feel about being an advisor to the king?" asked Rafiki.

"Oh do I get paid?" asked Ban'ai.

"No but you get a lot of respect and no one will ever eat you," said Rafiki.

"And who do I become the advisor to?" asked Ban'ai.

"His name is Mufasa, he is a lion living at that rock you see over there," said Rafiki who pointed his stick at Pride Rock.

"A lion, I'm not very fond of those, I was almost eaten by the females a few days ago," said Ban'ai.

"Don't worry about them eating you, if you tell them you're an advisor, they will leave you alone and respect you," said Rafiki.

"Well then since I have nothing better to do with me life any way, I'll do it," said Ban'ai.

"Very good, now go ahead on over to Pride Rock and tell them I sent you, Mufasa will be very happy to meet you," said Rafiki.

"I'm going then, I will see you around and if any of the lions try to eat me for supper, I will personally haunt you in me dreams," said Ban'ai.

"You do that then," said Rafiki knowing that everything would be alright with the little bird.

Rafiki watched him go for a few minutes before heading back to his painting wall. Rafiki had brushed his hand over Zazu's picture which was now nothing but a blue blur. The old baboon then began to take a few colors and mix them together to create a nice dark green which he used to draw Ban'ai, the new advisor to the king.

Back at Pride Rock, Mufasa was playing with Simba's tail while Simba sat there staring at a beetle with Nala.

"Isn't it pretty?" asked Nala all fascinated by its purplish green shell

"Yeah, I wonder what they taste like," said Simba.

"I dare you to eat it," said Nala with a smirk on her face.

"Ew no way, I triple dare you," said Simba.

"What makes you think I'd be willing to eat that?" asked Nala.

"Because you dared me," said Simba.

"Well you're the one who wondered what it would taste like, and now I infinity dare you" said Nala.

Simba knew that Nala had beaten him in the dare so he had to eat it. The young lion slowly picked up the bug and looked at it. Its face was all shiny and his legs looked like they would still crawl all over your stomach even after being thoroughly chewed. Simba gulped and then opened his mouth, but before he could do so, he heard some one talking behind him.

"Hello is there a lion here named Mufasa?" asked the creature.

The three lions turned around to find a small green bird standing at the edge of pride rock, looking frightened and not sure what to do in front of the king.

"That would be me, who might you be?" asked Mufasa.

"Me names Ban'ai, Rafiki sent me, he said that I can be your advisor," said Ban'ai.

Mufasa smiled. "Well you look like the right bird for the job, you can definitely be my advisor," he said.

"Good, now you promise to never eat me or harm me right?" asked Ban'ai.

"Don't worry we don't eat our advisors, in fact we don't even eat birds unless we are starving," said Mufasa.

"Well that is jolly nice to hear," said Ban'ai.

Simba and Nala looked at him quizzically, they had never seen a green bird before, even one that was that small and they liked his accent.

"So what kind of bird are you?" asked Simba.

"I am an African Cuckoo, and I do enjoy some singing now and again so be on the lookout for that," said Ban'ai.

"I hope your singing is as cool as your accent, where did you get it?" asked Nala.

"Well I didn't get it, the bird who raised me had this accent and I caught up with it," said Ban'ai.

"What happened to your mother and father?" asked Simba.

"Well we are a type of bird that makes other birds do the nesting job for us because in truth we are lazy and many of us think we have too much time on our hands," said Ban'ai.

Simba and Nala looked at Ban'ai in fascination; they knew that they were going to like this new advisor. Mufasa liked him very much because he talked to the children something Zazu did not seem to like doing.

As the young bird continued to talk to them, they all hoped that he would last for a very long time.

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A/N: Well there's chapter five, I hope you all liked it. Sorry about the really sappy beginning and I hope to have a little more comic relief coming from Ban'ai. Well that's all I have to say for now. I'll have chapter six up soon hopefully so everyone have a great day.