As the sun rose over the
African plains, animals
and birds gathered eagerly
at the foot of Pride Rock.
‘There he is!’ one of them
cried, ‘There’s the new
Prince’. At once everyone
cheered and stamped their
feet. ‘Welcome Prince
Simba!’ They watched in
silence as Rafiki, a wise
old baboon, raise the lion
cub high in the air. It was a
very special day.
Time passed
quickly for Simba,
there was so
much to learn.
One morning the
King showed his
son around the
kingdom and told
him of the circle of
life.
Later that day Simba
met his uncle Scar.
The little cub proudly
announced that he
had seen the whole of
his future kingdom.
‘Even beyond the
northern border?’ Scar
asked. ‘No my father
has forbidden me to
go there’. ‘Quite right,
only the bravest lions
go there to the
elephant graveyard’.
Simba hurried away to find his best
friend Nala. Even though he knew it
was wrong he went to visit the
elephant graveyard with Nala that
very day.
He had no idea
that Scar had
ordered the
hyenas to go to
the graveyard to
kill him.
Simba and Nala raced ahead across the plains, when they
arrived Nala said ‘its scary here, where are we?’ ‘This is the
elephant graveyard’, Simba cried. Just then they saw the
drooling Hyenas, they had surrounded them, laughing
menacingly. Simba tried to roar but only a squeak came out,
he took another deep breath and ROOOAARRR! The hyenas
fled into the mist.
‘Simba, I am very disappointed
with you, you disobeyed me and
put yourself and others in danger’,
said the king. ‘I was only trying to
be brave like you’ said Simba.
‘Look at the stars! From there the
great kings of the past look down
on us’ said the king.
Scar had thought of
another plan to get rid of
Simba and his father. The
next day he led Simba to
the bottom of a gorge and
told him to wait for his
father. Then the hyenas
started a stampede among
a herd of wildebeest,
rushing them towards the
gorge. As Simba’s father
tried to save him, Scar
pushed him into the path of
the wildebeest.
When the stampede was over Simba ran to his father,
‘Father!’ he whimpered, but the king did not reply and Simba
started to cry, the king was dead. Scar blamed Simba for the
death of his father and said ‘you must never show your face in
the pride again, Run away and never return’.
Scar returned to the pride to take the throne as the new
King.
Eventually Simba
stumbled across a
warthog called Pumba and
a meerkat called Timone.
They gently poured water
into his dry mouth. ‘You
look like you need
somewhere to live, why
not stay with us’, said
Pumba. ‘Remember
Hakuna Matata – no
worries, that’s the way we
live’. Simba decided to
stay in the jungle with his
new friends.
Many years later, deep in a cave, Rafiki stared at a picture
of a lion, ‘Its time’, he said, smiling. The very next day
Simba rescued Pumba from a hungry lioness – it was
Nala. ‘I can’t go back’, said Simba, ‘I am not fit to be a
king’.
Simba showed
Nala his favourite
place in the jungle,
‘Its beautiful, I can
see why you like it’,
said Nala ‘but you
need to come back
to the pride’.
That night Simba lay by
a stream thinking and
he heard a noise.
‘Come with me and I
will take you to your
father’, said Rafiki.
Simba followed him in
wonder. As Simba
looked into the stars he
saw his fathers face
appear. ‘You are my
son and the one true
king’ said his fathers
voice. His father
disappeared and Simba
knew what we had to
do.
Back at pride rock the rains
were late and the land was
parched. There was nothing
to eat and the animals were
hungry.
Storm clouds gathered and
lightening scorched the
earth, as the dry grasses
caught fire huge fires swept
towards pride rock. A lion
appeared through the smoke.
It was Simba
Scar lunged at Simba
determined to kill him. In the
fierce battle Simba heaved
Scar over the cliff.
Simba was the king of
the pride and when his
son was born all of the
animals gathered once
more to celebrate the
birth of the new prince.
The End