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Simba

I dash down to the den my uncle claimed as his own, I occasionally trip on loose rocks in my hurry. There is an question he **needs** to answer for me.

"Uncle Scar! Uncle Scar!" I call out as I run into the den. "Uncle Scar!!" I call louder when I get no immediate response.

I run right up to my uncle and put my front paws onto his muzzle. "Uncle Scar!" I exclaim loudly into his ear.

"What is it you annoying warthog?" Scar pushes me off his muzzle with an single paw. The scar over his right eye was what my current interest was, or more importantly. "Can you tell me the story of how you got your scar?!" I ask. "Oh! Oh! And what it was like when you and my dad grew up."

"Please Please Please?" I give him my big sad eyes. "Please?"

When he doesn't respond I continue talking. "Come on it'd be an fun way to spend the afternoon together!"

"Fine but only to get you to shut your trap." Scar sates. "Your worse then the birds for the great elders sake."

I flop down on my Uncles paws. "Okay! I can do that!" Scar scowls down on me. "What do you think you are doing." He scowls down at me. I don't respond, he told me to be quiet to hear the story so I'm being quiet.

"Simba answer me." Scar growls. "But you said I had to be quiet to hear the story." I point out.

Scar sighs. "Well if I ask you a question I expect you to answer it all else you can keep quiet about though."

I nod. "Got it." I look up at him expectantly. "Now can you start the story please?"

"You still have not answered my question." Scar points out. "Well I usually cuddle up like this to mom when she tells me stories so I thought I do the same with you uncle Scar!" I explain.

"I don't want you on my paws." Scar pulls one of his big orange paws out of under me.

I hop off his other paw and cuddle up against his chest instead. "Pretty pwease can we do the story now Uncle Scar?"

Scar sighs. "Fine let's begin."