Hey guys another chapter for you I am happy to say, that may change in a week or two since I start classes on the 19th. But I will have to see what that class will be like and everything.
Also thank you to Pichooi for giving me my 200th review, the highest I have ever received, sorry Soulbound you were one point short. And to answer you quickly about that question you asked if Zira is pregnant, no she is not. Scar is not even the son of Kovu according to the movie, and if he was then Kovu and Kiara would be cousins, ewwwww. So we can safely say that Kovu's father is just a rogue wandering the territory somewhere. Good question though.
Also important please read: If any of you guys have been trying to get at hold of me through aim please send me an email first, because I have no idea who you are and I don't answer people if I do not know them, I think someone from here has been trying to get a hold of me but I don't answer unless I know who it is.
Any way I am going to start my chapter, which might be funny; it depends on how you see it since I have a hard time doing funny stuff for some reason.
The story Simba told us over the course of that evening, was one of the most fascinating I had ever heard. It turned out that Scar had tricked Simba into thinking that he had killed his father and sent him into exhile. There Simba wandered the desert for many days before fainting from exhaustion; he awoke a few hours later to find that a meerkat and a warthog had saved his life.
I was amazed to hear that Simba had lived his life eating bugs and living a carefree lifestyle. It was hard to imagine how you can live so carefree after your father died but he seemed to get over his father fast.
For two years he lived with Timon and Pumbaa before Nala showed up one day. It was purely by accident too, Nala had been hungry and found Pumbaa to be a perfect meal. Simba saved him though before anything could go wrong. Simba explained to us how Nala had knocked him over the same way she did when she was a cub and that was how he realized it was her. Nala soon persuaded him to come home, he was a little reluctant at first but quickly changed his mind and journeyed with her to help rid Scar's terrible rule.
Once Simba's story ended, we told him all that had happened while he was away, from Amari's death, to the drying up of the pride lands, to Tahir's failed attempt at trying to save the pride. Simba could not believe he had missed so much and wished he had not listened to Scar's cruel mind games.
No one was more ecstatic at seeing Simba though than Sarabi. Almost a day after he returned, I could see the life return in her and for the first time in a long time, she smiled. She deserved to have Simba back, she had been through enough and it would probably still be hard for her if the new lion was still just some stranger we never met.
Now that Simba was back though, life would return to normal in a few months, the lands would flourish, the skies would be blue again, and my original routine as advisor would begin anew with a new king.
You are probably wondering what happened to the hyenas, well after they destroyed Scar they wandered the pride lands for about a day, watching Simba and wondering what he would do. It was not until the second day when Simba made the decision that it was time for them to return to their ways as outcasts in the outlands. They did not object, in fact Shenzi's last words to Simba were that she had plans to try to find a new place to rule, away from him and other lions where they could prosper on their own. Of course that land would probably turn into this one in a few years.
We were all still glad that they left though now we did not have to worry about cubs getting hurt or them invading every week for no reason.
It was three days after Simba returned though that things seemed to be quieter. I had spent most of my first two days trying to fix my home but sadly it was a wreck and there was no way I could fix it. The fire had destroyed part of the tree including where I slept so my home smelt terribly of ashes and smoke, there was a cave in on one end and it just did not feel safe any more. I decided to make my home in the next best place, the cave. There was actually a ledge at the entrance that I eyed many times while in that cave, it looked comfortable and I could easily hear important news from Simba if I needed to.
So once I got settled in my new nest with all the proper accoutrements, I decided it was best to meet the two new members of the pride that were personal assistants to Simba, Timon and Pumbaa. So far Simba had made them untouchable meaning if they were eaten then the lion would be punished, everyone abided by that rule.
I found them not far off from Pride Rock when I began my search for them, they were both enjoying a nice meal of termites from a termite mound that Pumbaa had broke apart to reveal the inside and both seemed to be gorging a little too much on the food. I knew I had to stop them or the food would be hard to find until the land finally cleared.
"Hold it right there you two, remember we are in a drought and food is hard to come by, and don't eat too much or we will starve," I said in my advisor like attitude.
"Hakuna Matata, feather brain, there's plenty for everyone, we even saw a few fly off so they would not get eaten they will be back," said Timon in an amusing voice.
"Hakuna Marata?" I said confused, I had never heard such a word in all my life.
"Hakuna Ma-tata, it means no worries," said Pumbaa as slowly as he could so I could understand.
"No worries, NO WORRIES, how can you not worry when the land is so dry and having to find food is a daily task?" I asked obliviously annoyed that they felt more important than everyone else.
"Calm down banana beak, can't you see those clouds coming our way, meaning rain will probably come today, they came yesterday as well which means they most likely will come to tomorrow, life will be back to normal so fast that you won't know it until it happens," said Timon who then put his arm around my shoulder, I quickly shoved it off.
"My name is Zazu and how do you know that that storm will come this way?" I asked
"Because, 'Zuza', haven't you felt the wind and the air feels fresher and like I said, we both have a sense of Hakuna Matata, so stop worrying, it only makes things feel worse," said Timon.
I stared at Timon for the longest time; it was amazing that a meerkat, the most skittish of the animal kingdom, believed in no worries. I did learn though that he had been an outcast of his clan so he must have not done a good job being a lookout or digging tunnels for his clan.
I guess the way I looked at Timon seemed to make me look puzzled so Timon thought it was a good idea to go into a song.
"How about I put it in words that even you would understand," said Timon who then started to dance while Pumbaa clicked his hooves together to create a wonderful rhythm that made me want to dance but I stood there and listened.
"Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase," said Timon who then turned to Pumbaa.
"Hakuna Matata, ain't no passing craze," said Pumbaa who then hit the side of a log creating a hollow sound but went perfect with the beat.
"It means no worries for the rest of your days," began Timon.
"It's a problem free, philosophy, Hakuna Matata," they both sang in unison.
"For the rest of your days? But what about watching out for predators, or where your next meal will be, or if you will be able to find your place to sleep?" I asked.
Timon sighed and looked at me like I had just ruined his day, but I did not care, I was making a point and I wanted to make sure they both understood it. "You know you're too tense, you really need lighten up and live a little, here let me show you," said Timon.
I stood there as I watched Timon grab some sticks and started to hit them against some rocks while Pumbaa bounced his butt in the air creating a rhythm that matched the sticks.
"Hakuna Matata is a motto, it's a motto that will change your life, it will keep you happy and make you forget about your past," sang Timon.
"It's better than having others run away from you," said Pumbaa who then let some gas pass from his buttocks, my goodness that was a terrible smell.
"And it's better than being miserable," said Timon who then added a new beat to the music by brushing some dry leaves together.
"Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful praise," they both sang.
"Hakuna Matata is having your own mud hole to yourself," said Pumbaa with a happy look on his face.
"Hakuna Matata is sharing a meal with your best bud," said Timon who then took a bite out of a termite and hugged Pumbaa tightly, causing yet another smell of gastronomical proportions. (A/N: I have no idea if gastronomical is a real word, it just sounds funny and I am sticking to it.)
"Hakuna Matata is having the freedom of….." Pumbaa started it but Timon quickly shushed him.
"Uh Pumbaa, no one wants to know more about your smell," said Timon.
"Oh sorry," Pumbaa said with a smile.
"But what about responsibility and dealing with the problems around you," I said.
Timon slapped his paw against his face and mumbled something before he turned to me. "Geeze Simba was right about one thing, you really are uptight, now tell me, when was the last time you had fun?" asked Timon.
I thought for a moment, it had been a while seeing as how I had a job and for the past year I was stuck in a cage making Scar happy, I knew it had to have been a while.
"When you get a job you don't have time for fun, you just work to help the pride deal with situations," I said.
Timon slapped his face again, I knew I was getting on his nerves but I did not care, he needed to be taught responsibility.
"I did not ask you about your job I asked when was the last time you had fun," he said through clenched teeth.
"The last time I remember was when I had just learned to fly with my brothers and sister," I said. It was true, I don't really remember if I have ever taken a day off in my life save for the time Ahadi died.
"And that was like what, one thousand years ago," said Timon in a sarcastic voice.
I growled at Timon who just stood his ground, I could sense that he was probably the same age as me though yet I probably had an older look than him since he had never done a damn thing in his entire life, save for raising Simba of course.
"Calm down Bird Brain, you know I think its time we took you out to have a little fun today, just me, you and Pumbaa here, what do you say to that?" asked Timon.
I thought for a moment. Most of my morning routine was already taken care of and Simba even told me that if he needed me he would roar for me. So I decided that it was best to go ahead and do it.
"Oh well why not, its better to get to know someone than not know them at all," I said as I pulled out my wing to offer to shake his paw.
"Then that's settled then, come with us," said Timon who gave my wing a quick shake before jumping on Pumbaa's back and heading toward what was currently left of the waterhole.
When we arrived at our destination, Pumbaa quickly jumped into the mud and happily rolled in it, while all the while some bubbles would pop up behind his rump and make a very wet pop. Timon just smiled and watched him before returning to me.
"See look at how much fun he is having, I tell ya, living the Hakuna Matata lifestyle is one of the best things you can do," said Timon.
"But I am not the kind of creature that rolls in mud like that; I enjoy clean water, that's clear and refreshing, besides it takes forever to get the mud of...argh!" I was then quickly pushed in by Timon and landed with a small squish straight into the mud.
I leapt up and looked over at Timon who was laughing hysterically. "You should have seen yourself, it was priceless ha ha aha," said Timon.
I ignored his comment and began my way out of the mud, quite a task when mud is very sticky and you can barely move around in it.
"So how did that feel?" asked Timon once I got to dry ground.
"Extremely squishy thank you, and I would like to recommend that you do not do that again, yuck it's going to take forever to get this off, let alone fly," I said.
I saw Timon roll his eyes before jumping in with Pumbaa. From there he got on the warthogs snout and jumped off it, he disappeared in the mud for quite some time, before finally popping up again and shaking his head causing mud to fly everywhere and on my feathers which I was trying to clean.
"So are you coming with us or not?" asked Timon.
"I already told you that I am not the kind of creature who wallows in mud," I said.
"Suit yourself," said Timon who then did another dive, this time from the top of Pumbaa's head.
He disappeared again and as soon as he went under, thunder began to rumble a few miles away.
"Oh dear it looks like a storm is coming," said Pumbaa.
"Yes it does, we better get back before it floods the place," I said.
"Okay but first I have to tell Timon," said Pumbaa who then began to dig for him in the mud while small drops of rain began falling around us.
But this rain was fast, before we could even get Timon all the way out, the rain was falling in buckets and there were already bigger puddles just a few feet away. This was going to be interesting getting back.
I tried to fly but the mud was so caked on that it weighed me down and so I had to make do with riding on Pumbaa next to Timon.
"Oy I spend a day with you teaching you all about Hakuna Matata and we get a downpour, talk about luck," said Timon.
"Hey at least it is quenching the ground," I said, even though a downpour like this could quickly turn into a flood.
"Yeah but this mud is getting harder for me to walk on, my hooves can barely move around in it," said Pumbaa who was actually walking a little slower than usual.
"Well when we get back, Pumbaa, we will give you a nice massage," said Timon.
"Oh I don't need a massage Timon, I need a makeover," said Pumbaa.
"Pumbaa I told you yesterday that this place does not have the petunias to make your hooves a nice red," said Timon.
This made me chuckle slightly, I could not imagine Pumbaa giving himself a makeover but of course those two were special.
"I tell you Pumbaa I'm glad Simba lives in that cave now we can just relax and stay out of the rain, the jungle did not…….."
Timon barely had time to finish when we suddenly felt ourselves falling down a steep slope. It had been raining so hard that Pumbaa had forgotten about the dry river bed near Pride Rock, and was now falling down it. The last thing I remember was hitting my head against Timon's and quickly blacking out.
A/N: Well that did not end the way I had planned it, oh well at least we got a few laughs in. Hope you liked that cliffhanger; it will be interesting to see how the next chapter will be since I did not plan this. Oh well I will think of something when business is slow at work. Well I hope you all have a great week and I will update when I can.