Love at First Sight

          “Scar, are you listening?” Mufasa asked. Scar rolled his eyes. “Yes brother, of course.” He mumbled to himself. “I couldn’t ignore it if I tried…”

          “What?” “Nothing, continue.” Mufasa nodded. “Simba is on his way to becoming King, and…"

          Scar couldn’t hear the rest. At the mention of the cub’s name, his heart welled up with hatred. Because of that wretched cub, he would certainly never live to be king.

          “And Zazu said….” Scar could barely hear Mufasa. It didn’t matter, it’s not like he cared.

          When it seemed Mufasa had finished, Scar rose from his laying position. “Well Mufasa, thanks for the news, now if you will excuse me, I will be off to the Water Hole.” He said grumpily. He walked off, not waiting for Mufasa to answer.

          The burning African sun shined above as Scar made his way to the Water Hole.

          He bent down near the cool water and took a drink, thinking to himself about his brother and nephew. First Ahadi chooses Mufasa to be king, then the little fur ball comes along and I’m moved down a peg.

He thought to himself

          “Hey Uncle Scar!” Scar groaned and forced a smile. “Hello there young Simba! What have you been doing today?” he asked, trying to sound exited. It was obvious to tell he wasn’t, but Simba didn’t notice.

          “I haven’t done much of anything today; I was hoping you could take me somewhere!” Simba cried hopefully.

          Scar laughed. “Young Simba, I really would love to, I really would, but unfortunately, I have much to do today.”

          Simba flattened his ears. “Aw man, please Uncle Scar?” “Sorry Simba, but I must be leaving, maybe tomorrow.”

          “Ok…” Simba said half heartily and walked off. Scar sighed.

“Finally, it seems I can never get him away from me.”          On his way back, he had smelled the scent of fresh meat. As he turned his head, he saw a lone lioness, ready to attack if he tried to steal her meal.

          Scar stared. He wasn’t sure what, but something about this lioness caught his eye. He thought about walking over, after considering her readiness to attack, he sat down in that same place.

          “And who might you be my stunning lioness?” he asked with a smile.

The lioness eyed him wearily, “I am called Zira.” She lay down and licked her paw, though she kept one eye on him. “And who might you be?”