As Simba’ paw raises off of the ground you feel a rush of wind on your back. However your hopes of escape quickly dwindles as you feel that rush of wind once more as Simba’s paw came crashing back down, crushing your tiny form beneath it.
As you struggle to free yourself, Simba continues about his day normally. Walking about the Pridelands and meeting strange new animals. All the while you’re fighting for your life against his paw’s might.
After a while Simba stops to rest beneath a large acacia tree, with his paws no longer flat against the ground. You decide to try and use this time to escapes Simba’s massive paw, however Simba finally notices you, becoming curious about your tiny form.
“Woah, what kinda mouse are you,” Simba asked, leaning his head down to get a better look at you.
Noticing that Simba was probably talking to you, you slowly turn to face the massive lion. Seeing his massive golden face so close to you made you feel quite uneasy, as you knew what lay within that snout. Massive rows of sharp teeth ready to tear you in half if Simba so pleased.
“Um. I’m not really a mouse,” You reply, trying to not incur the hunger of the giant lion.
“I’m not a meerkat,” You reply, not finding any comedy in this situation.
“Well, whatever you are, what are you doing here?” Simba had a sorta confused look on his face, as though his first thoughts weren’t about eating you, but instead trying to learn about you.
You try your best to figure out a good way to explain your situation to the young lion cub but figured it best to just settle with an, “I don’t know.”
Simba sat there, towering over you, seemingly pondering what he would do with you.
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