waited. Simba was starting to think that he may stay here forever, or at least a long time. Timon decided to try and find something to cheer Simba up. Now Simba was alone. He decided to rest, and maybe sleep. 
Timon was looking at some sticks. “Gee,” he said, “Maybe Simba would like to play with these.” He picked one up. “Naa.” He dropped it and went to look for something else. He started thinking. Suddenly, he screamed and ran off. He hit into Pumbaa. “Timon?” said Pumbaa, “What’s wrong?” “Pumbaa!” Timon yelled in his ears, “That cub is going to stay with us forever!” Pumbaa was puzzled. “He is going to rely on us to help him survive!” yelled Timon, “He will never leave!” 
“Oh, come on, Timon,” said Pumbaa, “He will remember the way back, soon.”

  * * * 
Pumbaa and Timon didn’t know that Simba would stay with them this long. Simba was now an adult! He decided that he’d try and find the way back. “Bye guys,” he said. Timon and Pumbaa said good-bye, and Simba leaped onto the rocks and went off. 
Simba would miss Timon and Pumbaa, but he had relied on them, and now he was going to try and help himself find his home. He then remembered that when he got home, that he’d be king! And he’d get to see Nala again! He laughed at the thought of Zazu. When he was king, whenever Zazu wanted to tell of the morning report, he could just tell Zazu to stop or he could say no. But he would miss Pumbaa and Timon. And now how was he going to survive? He had been relying on Timon and Pumbaa for so long. He sighed and jumped down a rock. He walked on. All this time, he had been moving more away from that place he had found when he was a cub. He wanted to try and find it. Then, he heard a noise. He looked back the way he had come. Then he looked to the one side where it was more forest like. He looked ahead. He saw something move! He turned his head to the other side and saw a young giraffe! He was at first scared, then just started carrying on. “Wait!” the giraffe called. 
Simba turned. The giraffe was juvenile. “Me and my parents heard about you,” she said, “I’m a friend of Pumbaa. We wanted to help you. And since you were friends with Timon and Pumbaa, you shouldn’t be dangerous.” 
“What’s your name?” asked Simba.
“Eleganca,” replied the giraffe.
“Can you help me find a place like tunnels, and very mossy?”
“I will try and help you find it! My parents know that I would probably help you, so they don’t have to worry. Pumbaa actually told us about you!” Simba smiled. But Simba didn’t know how this giraffe could help him. The tunnel place was far away. “Please let me help,” said Eleganca, “I know some mossy places.”
Simba followed her. She galloped through the grass land. Simba thought that wherever they were going, that it wouldn’t be the same place, because they were going even further away. “Stop!” he said, “It can’t be that way. Follow me!” Now Simba went running, back into the more forest like place. Eleganca followed him. Simba went onto a slope, and down below was Timon and Pumbaa. “What are you doing back?” asked Pumbaa. “Well, I wasn’t going to go back to you,” said Simba, “but maybe you can help. Do you remember where that mossy place was?” “Simba,” said Timon, “we’ve moved on since then. It’s far away now.” 
“Well, I’m still going to try and find it,” Simba said.
Simba started leaping away. “Hey, wait!” said Timon. 
“He wants to go home,” said Eleganca.
Then she followed Simba. Soon, Simba sat down to rest. “I have to go home and become king,” he said, “I have to find the Pride Lands!” He and Eleganca started going off again. But, in the bushes, was another lion, named Scar. “I have to stop that lion,” he said, “so that I can become king!”

“I have to get back to become king!” said Simba. Eleganca frowned. They walked on. Simba was getting impatient. “I need to become king!” he said. Eleganca frowned, then lifted her heard. “Don’t you care about seeing your mother and father?” she asked, “or seeing your best friend that Pumbaa told me about? You just care about becoming king!” Simba didn’t know what to say. “If you just care about being king,” said Eleganca, “then I won’t help you!” Simba didn’t say anything. Eleganca started going away. When she was gone, Simba said to himself, “I do care about my father and mother, and Nala. I just also want to be king.”

Eleganca was walking through some green grass. “He just cares about being king!” she said to herself, “I would care about my mother and father.” 

I don’t want to help someone who just cares for himself,
I won’t help someone who’s mean,
I only help those who are kind,
Like those nice cheetahs I’ve seen

Eleganca went to some cheetahs that were lost. She helped them find their parents.

I like to help nice ones!
They deserve it more!
I like helping them,
I’ve done it now, and before!
I only want to help those who are kind,
I love helping those who are sweet,
They deserve it,
I’ll try and help them, if they’re in the heat.

She burst out of flower bushes. 

I like to help nice ones!
They deserve it more!
I have to help them,
I did it when I was young, and now I do it more!
I only want to help those who are kind,
I love helping those who are unselfish,
I only help those who are kind,
Helping them is my wish!
I like to help nice ones!

She sighed and started walking away, but Scar came in front of her! “Giraffe,” he said, “where is that lion?” 
“Simba?” Eleganca asked.
“Probably,” said Scar, “can you take me to him?”
“What do you want?” asked Eleganca.
“Take me to him!” Scar was angry. Eleganca backed away. Then she started running away. “Simba!” she called. Scar was running after her. “I need to get to the Pride lands first,” said Scar, “so that I can become king!” Eleganca found Simba. Simba saw Scar coming. “Hide!” he told Eleganca. Eleganca ran off. She passed Timon and Pumbaa. “Timon,” said Pumbaa, “what’s happening?” “I don’t know,” said Timon, “but let’s find out! Come on, pig boy!” Timon jumped onto Pumbaa and they started going off. 
Scar had come to Simba. “What do you want?” asked Simba. 
“I want to go to the Pride Lands first,” said Scar, “so that I can be king.” 
“I don’t really need to be king,” said Simba, “but my parents want me to be. So I have to take my place!” 
“I’ve never been king,” said Scar, “let’s have a fight and whoever wins, gets to be king! Of course we won’t kill each other, but whoever gives up first, is the loser.” 
Scar leaped at Simba. The fight began. Timon and Pumbaa showed up. Scar swiped one of his claws over one of Simba’s leg. “My father!” said Simba. Mufasa had shown up! He leaped onto Scar. Simba and his father worked together, and they won. Scar ran off. Eleganca came out. “Simba,” she said, “I heard what you said. That you don’t have to be king.” Simba smiled. “Simba,” said Mufasa, “we were quite worried about you. I’ll show you the way back.” Simba went to Timon and Pumbaa. “Come on guys,” he said, “come live in the Pride Lands.” Timon and Pumbaa were happy to. Simba said good-bye to Eleganca, and after she said good-bye to him, she went to her parents who had come. 

  * * *
Simba came home. Sarabi rubbed up against her son. Timon and Pumbaa were having fun in the grass. Simba then saw Nala come out of Pride Rock. “Simba!” She ran over to him. She rubbed up against him. “How did you get out of the tunnels?” Simba asked for fun and curiosity. “Jumped over the plants,” she said, “and what was the noise we heard?”
“That was Timon and Pumbaa down there,” Simba said. 
Simba was king. And he was with his parents and best friend, who became his wife.