...Late that night, and after a quick self-examination, was gratified to find that his belly was not only quite a bit smaller, but also rather more malleable, not twinging painfully from being overfull. Realising there wasn't a moment to lose, he struggled upright - a manoeuvre that was a little more difficult than he'd expected it to be despite his still descended belly, and set off.
A few times on his journey Simba tried running, but for some reason never seemed to be able to get up the speed he'd expected to, despite having accounted for his still somewhat distended gut. In this thought at least he was correct, his belly wasn't the sole cause of his loss of speed, indeed no part of his body was solely responsible, because the loss was the result of the cumulative effect each part played. What the king's self-examination hadn't noticed was that although his belly had shrunken, the mass of it - or rather, within it - hadn't simply disappeared, a portion of it had been 'redistributed', to the effect that he now weighed several dozen pounds more than he had before his recent meal, though the difference in any one place was subtle almost to the point of being unnoticeable.
Despite his gain though, Simba made good progress on his journey, until he heard a commotion off to his left. At first he thought nothing of it, until he heard a distinctive giggling that could only have been produced by a hyena. He felt his hackles rise at that, the dirty scavengers were still coming if after dark were they, well he'd have to teach them a lesson so that they wouldn't do it again. Loping off towards the sound, the scene he came across made him angrier than even the simple thought of those mangy beast simply being here, five of the beasts had treed a pregnant leopard and were now feasting on its undoubtedly hard-won kill, this wouldn't do.
The hyenas looked up when Simba roared and retreated quickly when he charged, or at least four did, the fifth wasn't quite fast enough, and was knocked off its feet by a mighty blow, though was able to scramble upright and beat a hasty retreat before the king was able to drag his turgid body around to pin it, following its friends out into the darkness. With the fight over, he stood there, panting slightly for a moment, before remembering the totality of the situation.
To Simba, the now somewhat denuded gazelle looked quite scrumptious, but he held off for a time, because he could feel the leopardess's piercing but fearful gaze on him. For a moment, the king's sense of honour overruled his hunger, the kill rightly belonged to the leopardess, but he was feeling hungry again, and the gazelle looked like it would just about hit the spot. After a few moments deliberation, he...
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