Time had passed and I was a full grown lioness. I decided to go look for help. I ended up in a forest and saw a red warthog.

  I went aftr it. Real food! and it was fat! I was about to end it with a mighty leap, when a lion leaped at me. I growled and began tot rip at him.

  We were on our hind legs, scratching at each other. I gave a mighty scratch and the lion fell on the ground. I had him pinned!

  "Nala?" he asked.

 Suprised, I ran backwards. "Who are you?"

  "It's me. simba," he replied.

  "Simba!" I roared.

  "Nala!" he cried.

  "I can't believe you're alive," I whispered.

 "Why?" Simba asked.

 "Scar said you died," I told him.

  "What?" Simba gasped.

   "Can talk alone?" I asked, eyes the warthog and the meerecat.

  "She can talk infront of us, right?" the meerecat said.

 "Maybe you should go," Simba said. They left, grumbling.

  "I've missed you," I whispered.

  'I missed you too," Simba responded.

  "Simba." It was time. "I actually developed... feelings for you."

  "For me?" Simba echoed. "Wow." I flinched. Then, Simba did the unthinkable. He nuzzled me! "So did I."

   The end! Tell me what you thought!