About a couple of weeks laters, Sarabi gave birth to the young cub, Simba. The young prince and future king. All the animals praised the new prince. All except for Scar. Scar was not there. He was filled will mostly anger because he knew he still will not be king. During the time, he began to overeat again. Scar belly would continue to spread wider and bigger. It was actually getting a bit harder for him to walk now. Most of the time, all he would do is eat. One day, Mufasa went over to Scar to talk to him.
"Ummm, brother?" Mufasa asked.
"Yes? What is it?" Scar said lying on his back.
"You.....having been gaining a lot of weight lately."
"Maybe a bit."
"A bit? Your belly looks like it could fit a hippo." Mufasa protested.
Scar had some problems getting off his back. But he got up. Then he took a long look at himself. He had notice that his belly was defiently rounder touching the ground and spreading his legs a bit.
"So I'm a little bigger, what's it matter?" Scar said.
"You missed my son's big day?" Mufasa said.
"It's no big deal. He's not king yet."
"True, but the least you can do is be there for him. He is your nephew."
Scar was still not happy. He still felt that HE should be king. Instead, he will just be the uncle to the king.
"Tell Simba, I'm sorry." Scar said holding his tougue.
"Why don't you tell him yourself?"
"Something has just came up."
Scar said that and left. Leaving Mufasa with a look of concern.
"What's with my brother lately?" Mufasa said to himself. But he try not to worry about it and headed to see his son.
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