"I'm tired," Tama said as she stopped in the middle of a grassy field, with Tojo just beside her. "Let's rest here for a few minutes."

"Fine," Tojo agreed, sitting down beside her. They both sat there in silence, hearing nothing but the sound of the gentle breeze in the air. It was Tojo who finally broke the silence.

"Tama, why do you 'love' Simba so much?" Tojo asked, curious as to why Tama seemed to have fallen for such a kindhearted cub. He always thought that she would only have an attraction to other treacherous cubs her age, but apparently that wasn't so.

Instead, she actually fell for one of the friendliest cubs you could ever meet. From what Tojo had seen, he concluded that he liked Simba. He'd certainly make a better friend than Tama, that was for sure. He figured that if she fell in love, then she would be that little bit nicer towards him. Boy, did he get that wrong!

"Why do you think, you idiot?" Tama replied angrily. Surely the answer to that question was obvious, wasn't it? Any idiot could see just why she had fallen for Prince Simba! "Because he's cute, and that's a quality I quite admire."

"I thought I was cute," Tojo said, sounding rather confused. He always thought he looked kind of adorable. In that case, why hadn't Tama developed some kind of attraction towards him? "I'm cute, right?"

Tama scoffed. "Tojo, you're about as cute as me," she told him, prompting Tojo to suddenly look very confused indeed.

He scratched the top of his head in confusion. "Very?" he concluded, from what Tama had told him. "It's very, right? Because I can't really tell."

"I'm not cute, you idiot! That's the whole point!" she shouted at him. "Why would you think I'm cute?"

Tojo shrugged. "I don't know. You confused me, that's all. So if you're not cute, then just what are you?"

Tama fluttered her eyelashes. "Isn't it obvious?" she said. "I'm beautiful. The most beautiful cub in the world."

Tojo snickered. He couldn't help it. If Tama thought she was beautiful, then he'd eat his own head. "You're kidding, right? You don't really think you're beautiful, do you?"

Tama looked shocked. "Why wouldn't I be? Of course I think I'm beautiful. Actually, I know I'm beautiful." She looked up to the sky. "The gods granted me the power of beauty, as well as all of my other powers."

The next time she looked at Tojo, he was gnawing at his lip with his teeth, looking like he was trying to eat his own head or something like that. "What are you looking at?" he asked. "Can't you see I'm trying to eat my own head?"

"And why are you doing that?" Tama asked through narrowed eyes. Sometimes Tojo seriously managed to freak her out. "Have you gone insane or something? I know it's hot, but surely it's not hot enough to melt your brain."

"I said to myself that if you believe you're beautiful then I'll eat my own head," he explained, as he continued gnashing away at his lip. "And… Well, it kind of speaks for itself, doesn't it? Now leave me in peace as I devour myself."

She slapped him hard in the face, bringing his face-eating to a halt. "Don't you make fun of me, Tojo! We have an important job to do!"

"Yes, an important job that you've forgotten about," Tojo noticed as he rubbed his burning cheek. "Stopping here has cost us a good five minutes. I'd say Simba's internal organs are being torn out as we speak."

Tama gasped. "Oh, no! You're right! This is all your fault, Tojo!" she accused, pointing at him with one of her claws.

Tojo's eyes widened in shock. "My fault?" he squeaked. "How the heck is it my fault? You're the one who wanted to stop here to rest!"

"Don't play word games with me," she said, turning around and walking away from an extremely shocked Tojo. He didn't know why he decided to follow her, but he did anyway.

"Where do you even think we'll find Simba?" Tojo asked. "He could be anywhere in the Pride Lands!"

"Exactly. Which is why we're going to look for him. Well, actually, you're going to look for him. All that sitting down has tired me out."

Tojo's eyes widened again, and he put a paw to his forehead. "Wait a sec… yep, my sanity's gone!"

"Stop your complaining," she said. "Slaves aren't supposed to complain. Why don't you follow my orders for a change?"

"Tama, I always follow your orders. Mostly," he added after a second, causing Tama to frown and glare at him.

"Let's just keep going," she grumbled. "My darling Simba can't be too far away. He's lurking around here somewhere, waiting to show me his cute little face, and those adorable eyes. And that tuft I like so much. I'd almost say it's better than mine," she said, pointing to her own tuft on top of her head. "Almost."

"Of course," Tojo muttered, rolling his eyes. "Because no one is better than you, Tama. You, after all, are the most beautiful cub in the whole world!"

"You got that right!" she exclaimed. "And you, of course, are the least attractive."

"Well, you know what they say," said Tojo with a cheeky smile. "Opposites attract."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Tama asked, sounding offended by that saying. It was certainly a stupid one, that was for sure. Why would she be the least bit attracted to those deep, wonderful blue eyes and that slim coat of brown fur and that… Wait, never mind.

"Tama, it doesn't matter," Tojo replied with a sigh. "Let's just keep looking for Simba the Cutie. Then maybe I can get a little rest out of this day, which has been pretty miserable for me so far."

"Looks on the bright side, Tojo. The sun is shining!" she exclaimed, trying her best to sound optimistic.

"The sun's too hot," Tojo grumbled. He swore that as soon as he said that, it started to get hotter. Did his life always have to be so depressing? "Now find Simba quickly, or you'll have a puddle for a slave."

"I'll take as much time as I want!" Tama declared as she hurried forwards, not even looking where she was going. "You can't control me! Who do you think you—"

Tama's sentence was cut off with her own scream, as she fell from the edge of a cliff she hadn't even noticed was there. The tall grass had completely obscured it. She clung onto a dead root that was sticking out of a crack in the cliff wall, and swung back and forth, dangling precariously from the edge.

"Tojo!" she cried. "Help me!"