So Zazu was stuck flying the little mongrel they call Simba to the watering hole. This wasn't exactly his idea of "fun". (Though his idea of fun was having a drink, a quick nap, and possibly preening himself) When the two finally got to the watering hole, Zazu landed right on the shore and gently slid Simba off of his back. Simba looked around and saw all of the early-rising animals getting their morning drink and decided he wanted a drink too. He took several large mouthfuls of water, his cheeks puffing out like he was a chipmunk. Zazu tried to get him to swallow. Simba didn't want to swallow, and instead spit a large quantity of water onto Zazu. Zazu was soaking wet and he was not pleased with the way his morning had started. Shaking a little bit, Zazu was able to slightly dry himself. Just as Zazu was getting dryer and more comfortable, Simba decided to play in a mud puddle. He splashed around and splattered mud everywhere, sending the rest of the animals away from that part of the watering hole and covering Zazu with mud. Zazu had to have an excessive amount of self control not to yell or show anger. He walked over to a bush, and tried to use one of the leaves as a sort-of towel. He took his eyes of Simba for approximately three minutes while he wiped the mud from his feathers. As soon as Zazu was clean and content, he focused his eyes over to the watering hole, where Simba was attempting to swim to the middle. Zazu was slightly nervous, but just watched for now. Simba got tired as reached the center of the watering hole, where he continued to battle the water. Eventually, the water won, pulling him under. Zazu sprang into action and dove at the spot where Simba had went down.