Simba sat down, curling his tail around his paws. "Is it about Scar's reign? The hyenas?"
"Zazu," Simba said, nudging the perch with his nose. thousand yard stare zazu
"Very good, Your Majesty," he said. And this time, when he looked at the cave wall, he saw the stone. Simba sat down, curling his tail around his paws
"Your Majesty," Zazu said. His voice was not the chirpy, officious instrument of Simba's cubhood. It was a dry rasp, like twigs snapping. "I do apologise. I was… compiling the morning report. Early." "Very good, Your Majesty," he said
"It's the middle of the night."
"I looked into that distance for so many seasons that I forgot how to see anything close . When Rafiki found you had returned, I flew to the peak of Pride Rock to sound the alarm. But I couldn't. I opened my beak and nothing came out. Because for the first time in years, I had good news. And I no longer knew the sound of it."
He swallowed.