"What are those creatures?" said Nala.
Simba and Nala were staring at two men in a safari truck. They had never seen anything like them.
"Who are you?" asked Simba taking a step forward.
The man filled a dart with a vaccine. He then inserted the dart into a gun and aimed it at Simba's right foreleg.
He fired and Simba felt a sharp pain, like a bee sting.
"Ah!" cried Simba. "What was that for?"
The vet with the dart gun then shot another dart into Nala's foreleg.
"Good job. Let's find the rest of the pride," the other vet told him before they drove off.
Nala looked down at the dart. She pulled it out of herself, dropped it, and sniffed it.
"They're vaccine darts," she told Simba as he pulled the other one out of himself.
Simba was baffled. Why did he have to shoot the vaccine from a gun? Didn't he know how to be polite?
"Well, why didn't he just ask?" said Simba.
"Maybe these creatures don't feel comfortable getting close to us," said Nala. "Maybe we look dangerous to them."
