"I dunno..." Simba said, sitting down and wiggling his haunches against the dirt, "someone might see me doing my business if I go behind there." The little lion cub farted against the ground, making him blush as he heard a slight giggle from Pumbaa. "I think I'm just gonna hold it until we get back to the jungle."
Simba stood back up and walked in front of Timon and Pumbaa with his tail still firmly tucked between his legs and his furry cheeks clenched together. "Simba, if you keep holding it in like that, you're gonna explode!" Timon advised, watching the cub's rear as he struggled to contain his load. Simba winced as a quick fart came from his rear and he began to turtlehead.
"Mmmph," Simba grunted, looking frantically around for a place he could poop.
"You can just go right in front of us, Simba," Pumbaa said, trying to give the nervous cub an encouraging smile.
"Every animal in the pridelands poops, little guy," Timon said, "you don't have to be shy if you're doing it in front of us."
Looking frantically between his friends and the jungle they were headed towards, Simba didn't know if he could make it all the way back. What does the desperate little cub decide to do?
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