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Lion King

ummcowsareawesome · 2006-04-12T20:43:11Z

Simba was looking more attractive than ever. His deep red with a hint of brown mane glistened and his eyes twinkled. But it was not a good day for him, his grandson, Kaleb, was missing. He was old, but not frail and he raced around the savannah in panic. Words from his father reapeated in his head, "Everything the light touches,". Simba remembered, as a young cub he had ventured past the boundaries, which was a mistake he would have to regret for the rest of his life. Suddenly, Simba came across paw prints of what looked like a lion cub. He was well past where the "light touches" and into an area know as the Elephant Graveyard. He knew the area like the back of his paw, though. As a cub, he and his now mate, Nala had come here in search of an adventure, but came out of it in shock. They had almost been killed, it was such a treacherous place. And now, Kaleb being here, alone. It was even more dangerous. He put his large nose to the ground, sniffing around the print. It was Kaleb. He let out a deep roar, a motion to the other lions searching to come at once. Haku and Kiara, Kalebs parents, came at once. "What is it, Daddy? Did you find him?" Kiara asked as she greeted him. "No, I'm sorry Kiara. But I did find his footprints." Simba replied. "Hey, what's this?" Haku said suddenly. He was motioning to a small droplet of blood. "It smells like lion." To be continued...

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Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:27 pm

jessig833 says... · Sun Jan 09, 2011 4:27 pm

Yea i think they are right animals have a good sense of smell he would have been following his scent from the begin and it could be more descriptive but other than that I loved it...

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