You know what? Eat my whimsical & nonsensical bullshit...this book now exists to tickle the nasty pickles and throw Simba off the cliff humorously during their birth ceremony so AAAAAIIIIISENMA ROACHY BABAHHHH.
FUCK YOU! READ TO FIND OUT! BITCH!
(Description was written when I was 13. Story is being marked as completed, despite being far from it, due to the fact that I have absolutely no desire to return to my cringe ways of writing-let alone continuing this story. May it forever rot and show how bad I used to be, but never be taken down.)