After a better look, you can surprisingly see it's young Simba all alone, walking and happily smiling to himself.
You look up in confusion, looking at the cub in awe, amazed at the sight before you. If your eyes didn't deceive you, each of the orange-coloured legs was the size of a building and they were slowly coming nearer at you, with no intent of slowing down. For a few seconds, you watched the fur-covered buildings make a loud thud when they hit the ground. mildly disorientating your senses for a good second or too. With panic and adrenaline rushing through your body, you followed your first instinct to take a few steps backwards, only to realise that the two front paws were advancing far too fast for you to cover any ground. Before you even made more than ten steps, you tripped and fell to the ground on your bottom, on a pile of rounded pebbles.
As another thud echoed through the area, you were cut short from being fazed, recovering and sprinting away from the advancing golden yellow cub that was still completely unaware of your presence. As you started to sprint for your life, you try to shout out his name to get his attention. In only a few seconds, you were exhausted and you couldn't go any further. The lion was no more than three seconds from your position right now and your chances of survival was dwindling rapidly in milliseconds. You only had one last move up your sleeve.
"SIMBA!"
With your last burst of energy in your body, you shouted loudly as you could, hoping that this time, Simba's ears would pick up on something.
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