[ WP ] The story gets so bleak , the reader steps in to fix it .

The dark lion surveyed the gorge from the cliff above. Below him dozens of wildebeest stormed across the dry earth, the panicked simpletons trampling everything in their path. 
 
 Amidst the thunder of the crushing hooves, a small, pitiful and annoying voice could be heard crying out for help. It was the cry of his little nephew. The great prince, the golden cub, the so-called future king. And there he was…dangling from a tree branch. 
 
 It was beautiful to behold. Even more so because it was of his own doing. 
 
 “ Hold on, Simba! ” his brother yelled as he leaped without hesitation into the stampede. Fool. He would be trampled within seconds. 
 
 Scar watched as Mufasa weaved through the chaotic herd, driven only by his desire to save his poor boy. But then… 
 
 The weak branch snapped and the little furball went spinning through the air. One down. 
 
 Ugh! Not quite. Forever the hero, Scar sulked as he witnessed his brother snatch the cub from the sky in his jowls and whisk him to low hanging ledge. 
 
 “ Dad! ” Simba cried out as his father was struck by an oncoming wildebeest before he could climb to safety himself. An eternity passed before the great king emerged with a powerful leap, grasping hold onto the cliffside. 
 
 Slowly Mufasa scaled upward. Simba disappeared, trying to find a way to meet his father at the top. 
 
 No need, Scar thought. I ’ ll be there to lend a hand. 
 
 “ Scar! ” His brother was nearly to the top, but was scrambling to keep hold. He looked so sad and desperate, so unlike the king he paraded as. “ Help me! ” he yelled. 
 
 Scar brought his paws down with ferocity. His claws sunk deep into his brother ’ s flesh. 
 
 The king looked up with pain and realization. 
 
 Scar smiled. “ Long live the— 
 
 “ OH, NO YOU DON ’ T! ” 
 
 There was a loud clobbering sound and suddenly, Scar was falling head over heels to the ground below. He let out a ear-splitting scream as the stampede devoured him. 
 
 “ Asshole, ” muttered the creature that stood over Mufasa. 
 
 The lion looked up curiously as the two-footed thing helped heave him up. It resembled a monkey of sort of…but it was quite naked, accept for some odd colored furs on it ’ s feet, legs and midsection. It also had long, dark and course fur upon its head. 
 
 “ Sorry bout that, Mufasa, ” she… Mufasa guessed it was a she…said. “ I know he was your brother, but he had to go. He was plotting some serious shit. ” ‘ 
 
 “ You know my name. ” 
 
 “ I should know, ” she chuckled. “ I been watching this movie since I was like six years old. But I could never get past this scene without bawling my eyes out. So I was like…why don ’ t I just…you know…do something about it. ” 
 
 “ I don ’ t understand, ” he said. 
 
 “ Hm. Me neither. ” She wiped her forehead and looked up at the sky. “ Damn. It ’ s hot as hell in the African savannah. Anyway, time for me to head up outta here. I think I ’ m going to go save Bambi ’ s momma next. Then, I ’ m gon na convince Jafar to forget about Jasmine and hook up with a girl that appreciates him, ” she shrugged. “ He evil, but he sexy. ” 
 
 Then like magic…she was gone. Simba scurried up just in time to catch a glimpse of her. 
 
 “ Dad! You okay? ” 
 
 “ Yes son. Just confused. ” 
 
 “ Oh, ok... who was the monkey? ” 
 
 
 
 

