The next day Simba went over to Scar's Cave.
"Uncle Scar? I'm sorry I got you in trouble. I didn't know that Daddy would get mad at you."
Scar smiled a genuine smile.
"Oh Simba," he said, "Of course you didn't know. It was a slip. Besides, telling the truth is always important… no matter the consequences."
"Consequences? What's that?"
"It means the results. So, if it rains the consequence is you might get wet. The consequence of you telling on me was I got in trouble. I deserved to get in trouble because I put you in danger without meaning to."
"When I'm king I will never hurt anyone," Simba determined.
Scar nodded.
"It's a long time until you're king," Scar said gently,
He put a paw around Simba.
"You will be a wonderful king," he added.
Simba grinned.
"I'm hungry," he said after a few minutes.
"Well," Scar grinned, "I was just about to have my zebra→ maybe you want to join me?"
Simba thought about it.
"Zebra is my favorite," he said.
"I know," Scar said, "And I put something… extra special in the zebra."
"Is it mint," Simba asked.
Simba loved mint. It was a treat for him.
"Well no," Scar replied, "But it's something you'll love even more."
Oleander, Scar thought to himself.
He put enough of it on the zebra just to get the taste. Simba ate it up and asked for seconds.
"Here," Scar said, "You can have mine."
He passed it over to Simba.
"Thank you Uncle Scar," Simba said.
He ran home.
The next day Simba woke up not quite feeling well. He was hot and at the same time, he was cold. Mufasa noticed he was achy and didn't want to get up like he usually loved to.
"Scar," Mufasa called, "Simba isn't feeling well. I'm going to stay with him. Will you take over as King today?"