Simba sunk down in the grass he was hoping to make his dad give details. He knew that his father was blushing under his golden fur, making his cheeks orange in color, Simba smiled and his ears perked up, Come on dad! Just spit it out! Mufasa said quickly, “We just got together like you and Nala.” Mufasa remembered that he was just about Simba’s age when he ‘forced’ Sarabi, “Well son…” Simba smiled. “Mufasa! Stop! It hurts! I don’t want this!” Sarabi cried. How am I going to explain that to Sarabi? “Um… yeah… well… you see… umm…” There’s no way I can tell him. He had smelled his son’s scent on Nala on the way back from the Elephant Graveyard, he had totally forgotten about it, cause he was mad at Simba at that time. Suddenly, Mufasa got what his son was saying. Simba’s ears, flattened, I can’t believe I’m asking this. Get together? What does he mean by that? “Like how we met?” They continued to talk about themselves, when Simba bought up a question, “Dad? Um, how did you and Mom, um, …get together?” “And I promise, I’ll do everything I can, to keep you from harm’s way.” They won’t hesitant to hurt you.” He pulled his son close to him. I’ve tried to force them to stay out of the Pridelands, but even so often, some animals, like the hyenas, which sneak into our kingdom. Mufasa realized that he just scared his cub, he lowered his tone to a more friendly voice, “Son, there are very dangerous animals here. The elder lion glared at his son, “No!” he bellowed. Simba’s ears perked up, he swallowed the meat in his mouth and smiled, “So does that mean I can wander off like you?” Whenever my dad caught me wandering off, especially to dangerous places like the Elephant Graveyard, he would get so mad.” “When I was your age,” Mufasa began, “I used to wander all around my dad’s kingdom I even went to the Elephant Graveyard like you did today. Mufasa’s curiosity as a cub was just as abundant as Simba’s curiosity now. Simba was amazed to realize how many similarities between his dad and himself. The two had a midnight snack while Mufasa continued on with his stories. The young cub remembered his father’s lesson of the Circle of Life. They decided to put the gazelle out of its misery, and killed it. He has as much stories as Uncle Rafiki! A sick gazelle limped by the two lions. Simba loved moments like these, just hanging around with his dad, talking about stories he’d learned from his father’s childhood. So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you… and so will I.” Simba eagerly listened, as he would remember this lesson for the rest of his life, "Really?” he asked. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. He spoke in that all knowing voice again, “Look at the stars. “Simba, let me tell you something that my father told me.” His smile widened, thinking back to his dad, remembering the talk that his father gave him when he was a little older than Simba’s age right now. He leaned his head up, forcing Simba taller. Simba’s ears perked up, Yes! He’s not mad at me anymore! “And we’ll always be together, right?”
“Heh Heh,” he laughed as it made the ground quake, “Right.” Mufasa looked up, barely seeing his son’s face, “Hmm?” When his son let go of his ear, he heard him panting. Mufasa rolled around in the dew filled grass laughing as Simba climbed onto his mane, biting his ear. When he got close enough, he pounced and tackled his dad onto the ground, “Gotcha!” he yelled. He was glad his father was done lecturing him. Simba ran through the grass laughing, hoping to catch up to his dad. I do not own any of the characters in this series. This chapter takes place after when Mufasa rescues Simba and Nala, when they come home.