Rafiki was going to the point of pride rock with the cub in his arms. It was just three days after Simba and every lion gathered 'round. "What's he doing?" Simba whispered to his mother. "He's representing a new lion cub to our pride." Sarabi answered. "Oh." baby Simba backed off.

"Isn't she cute?" Zira asked. It was still this time Zira was in the pride and she was very peace loving. "Yeah." Simba responded rolling his eyes. Remembing a song he made, Rafiki accidently dropped the little cub. "Oh, I thought they were suppose to land on the feetsies. To bad." He said.

GOA: Ok, this chapter is really cruddy but it will get better.