"Are you ok, Dad?" a young cub's voice called. Mufasa opened his eyes. He was in the cave of Pride Rock, with Simba standing in front of him. The great king was lying down where he usually slept. Was it a dream? he thought.
"Where's your uncle?" Mufasa asked.
"Oh, um, I saw that he was sinking his claws into your paws, so I pushed him off the cliff...I'm sorry, Dad." Simba replied, feeling guilty.
"It's ok, son. I'm sure you did the right thing." Mufasa responded. He felt his paws hurting from the previous day, and knew, officially, that it was indeed not a dream.
"At least we have each other." Simba said, nuzzling his father.
THE END
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If Mufasa Lived
FanfictionWhat would happen if Mufasa lived instead of dying in the Lion King by Scar's will? Find out in this original story. Note: I do not own The Lion King or any of its characters. Disney owns The Lion King.
