The Rindimo Zone
			      By:
			Duh...  Rindimo!

<Cue "Twilight Zone" Music>  <doo-Doo-doo-dOO (repeat..)>
	<A flashlight is held to a furry face...>

Rindimo:  Imagine, if you will, another dimension...

	<*Click!*  Lights come on...>

Mom: Charles, What're you doing in the dark?  And stop playing that God
forsaken Ukelele!!

Rindimo:  But MO-OM!!  I'm kinda in the middle of something here!  

Mom:  You still haven't cleaned you room!  What's more important?  HUH? 
Just sitting in the dark strumming the same three notes time-and-again?!

Rindimo:  ALl RIGHT!  I'll clean my room... sheesh.

Mom:  Good.  <leaves>

<Rindi turns off light again... and QUIETLY strums on the Ukelele....>

R: Imagine, an alternate dimension... 

Mom:  CHarles!!!!

R:  Okay, Mom!  I'm cleaning now!  <rustles some papers...>

Mom:  That's better...

R: <whispers, as quietly plays the "Twilight Zone" on Ukelele>  Imagine,
if you will, an alternate Dimension...  One where things don't turn out
like you plan... one where worth is in the eye of the beholder...  One
worth being in-- THE RINDIMO ZONE!!!

<Cut to beginning of Stampede scene>

Zazu:  Oh look Sire, the herd is on the move...

Mufasa: Odd....

Scar:  Mufasa!  Stampede!  In the gorge!  Simba's Dowowowown there!

Mufasa:  SImba?

<Scar, Mufasa, and Zazu head off for the Gorge>

At the gorge:

Simba:  HELLLLLLLP!!!

Zazu:  Your Father's on the way... HOLD ON!

<flies to Mufasa>

Zazu:  There!  There on that tree!

Mufasa: Hold on Simba!
<Just sits there...>

Scar: ??!!?!?!  WHat the hell are you doing?!!?  SAVE HIM!!!

Mufasa:  Eh, I'll just make another one...

Scar: WHAT??!! HE'S YOUR SON!

Mufasa: So?  THere's nothing I can do about it!  Look, He's as good as
dead out there... If I go, It'd just be plain suicide.

Scar:  WHat's Sarabi gonna say?!  Where's Your ethics?!  Morals?! 
D@mm!t, Man, Save Him!

Mufasa:  Nah...  <Begins to walk off...>

<scar blocks his path>

Scar:  I can't let you do that!

Mufasa:  Well if you want him to be saved so bad, why don't YOU go after
him?

Scar:  He's Yours!  You SHOULD be going after him!!

Mufasa:  <getting a little angry...>  You should keep your opinions to
yourself!

Scar:  THat does it!  <Starts to fight, and push Mufasa towards the
stampede>

Mufasa:  Why You--

<Both furiously begin pushing one another...  Scar, amazingly, is
winning...  SLowly pushing Mufasa towards the edge of the cliff...>
<Mufasa's rear legs are right at the edge...>

Scar:  <pants>  WHo would have thought it...  I'm finally winning! 
Justice, is mine!

Mufasa:  <also panting> Now who has the lion's share of brains again? 
<evil grin, as he quickly twists around, and throws Scar into the
gorge.>

<Cut to "Mourning" Scene>

Mufasa:  But to lose Simba... who'd barely begun to live....

<camera pans to the starlit sky>

Rindimo:  As scar abruptly found out... some things just don't work out
as planned... Some things are recognized to be worthy by some...
worthless by others.  Such is the plight in anything...  WHich reminds
me... I have to organize all my junk in my room...  You've seen yet
another glimpse, of what could have been... on... The Rindimo Zone! 
<echoes away...>

Mom:  CHARLES!!!!  Now what are you doing!?
	
			Here I go...
			-Rindimo

P.S.  Flame Gently... 
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              The Tiger is made to kill and hunt,
             The Lion too, but more towards fight.
          The Leopards and Jaguars were made to climb,
             And Cheetahs made for earthly flight.
          But there is one creature of forgotten lore:
            Shrouded in mystery, be that it's trade,
               Of other virtues, it has all four-
              Respect the Puma, and what God made.
                            -Rindimo
             E-mail Address: Rindimo@bellsouth.net
             *If you can read this, then I am still
                     an eligible bachelor!*
               


































     Founder (and only member) of: The L.O.S.T.- C.A.U.S.E.
(League Of Simplistic Technology- Causing All Unforseen Solutions
                            Evident)
  K.I.S.S.: Keep It Simple, Stupid. (Long neglected scientific
                            principle)