What Really Happened in The Lion Chpt.1- STAMPEDE!

I had this expensive rug in the formal living room, with a wood coffee table in the middle of it. I would run on all fours on the outer edge of this rug imagining I was running from Simba's stampede. The thundering noise of hooves hitting the golden dry cracked ground, thick dust clouding up the air behind me concealing the actual beasts, rocks and small fallen trees blocking my path, all could be imagined by me.

The Lion King. A movie I have watched many times, I watched it so much the VHS broke and I had to get another one. ( thank goodness for DVDs now)

Well, one of these times of me running, I was recalling getting into it when I noticed the heat. It seemed to be really hot as if I was really in the gorge. As I was thinking about this I tripped on rock. Wait, a rock? I stop and look around me and I'm not in my living room anymore.

 "What happe-"

A thought stuck me. The stampede. I look behind me to see the dust cloud getting closer and fast. I try to stand up but I fall. I look down at myself and I can't believe what I see.

 "F-Fur?!"

Before I can investigate further I feel the ground shaking beneath and I remember the stampede, and I start to run as fast as my feet- er paws would carry me. As I run, I mentally go through the scene in Lion King with the stampede. Ok, so hyenas spooked the wildebeest.. They continue to run even once they get out of the gorge.. How long is the gorge- my thoughts are interrupted when I run into brownish-gold fur, we topple in a heap.

 "Ow! Get off!"

I jump up and we stared at each other surprised. The cub before me has brownish gold fur and small turf of fur on the top of his head. He has large, bright eyes with orange irises, as his short bushy tail swishes back and forth. It can't be...

I squint.

 "Simba?"

He looks at me uncertainly. "Yeah, who are you?"

I open my mouth (or is it muzzle ?) To respond with I remember why we were running.

 "Run!"

Simba nods and starts to run. We jump left and right to avoid the faster wildebeests almost trampling up. I'm almost out of breath when Simba spots the small tree in the path ahead.

 "This way!"

I veer left to follow when I remember it breaks in the movie. It won't hold both of us. I try to yell this to Simba, but my call is swallowed by the stampede and I am bumped by a smaller wildebeest into the wall of the gorge.

The air is knocked of me and I get up feeling dazed and everything hurt. It actually hurt! Well I know I'm not dreaming now.. I jump to avoid a wildebeest and I spot a small crevice in the wall a little further up ahead. I start to run towards it while dodging the many hazards to my life. I almost make there when I feel a tug on my left hine leg and I fall.

  "Ooof!"

I look back to see my back paw stuck in particular crack in the ground, and a wildabeest is heading straight for me. I tug my leg as the wildebeest gets closer, when a huge lion lands between us and the wildebeest goes around both of us. I pull my leg free and I stare at the majestic lion in awe.

  "Mufasa..."

I whisper to myself. Mufasa hasn't seemed to notice me as he leaps further into the herd I guess to find Simba. I make it into the crevice just in time to see Mufasa catch Simba mid-air and dissapear back into the herd.

I press myself further into the crevice and catch my breath. Excitement swells in me and even though I'm in a life-threatening situation, I just met two of the greatest Disney characters of all time! As fast as the thought appeared, it was changed to horror. Mufasa! He's about to die!

 "I have to do something, I need to stop scar!"

I peek out of the crevice just in time to see Mufasa climbing the rocky cliff.

I need to get to him now! As I step out , the entrance is blocked by a wildebeest who tripped I guess. When he finally moves I hear a sound I could never forget.

   "NNOOOOOOOO"
   
Simba's cry.

And I look in time to see Mufasa disappear in the herd for a final time. It's too late. I hang my head knowing its too late to save him, my ears press down to the side of my head automatically. I sit back frustrated, I should had been able to save him. I don't understand, I knew what was going to happen! A thought struck me. Maybe I can't change the story, maybe I can just improve it! My mind starts to come up with what can be done till the sounds of the stampede grow quieter. Where is Simba? The coast seems clear but it's hard to tell with all the thick dust in the air, I charge out of there just be kicked over. I get up and look to find a young wildebeest getting up after tripping over some reason he doesn't run off, he just stares at me blankly. I shake the dust off me and glare at him. I'm getting sick of these wildebeest.. A thought occurse to me and I hesitantly clear my thoat.

 "Um.. Do you know where a small lion cub went?"

he stares at me for a moment then turns around and continues on his early migration I guess. " thank you for nothing!" I call after it and then suffer a small coughing fit from the dust. Wait, wasn't there a straggler in the movie when Simba finds Mufasa? I take off the way the wildebeest went, knowing what's going down at this moment. I round the corner and skid to a stop, I have found Mufasa's body. Slowly I approach it and I sit staring at him, it's even sadder to see him laying here in person than on the movie. I hear the sound of hyena laughter echo through the gorge and I feel my new fur bristle. I look around, where's Simba?

To be continued?