Well, I finally wrote my first fanfic! (YAY!!!!)  I was just 
thinking...and if the animals would talk, wouldn't the mouse Scar was 
going to eat be talking?  Well, don't anyone flame me....it's my first 
try, I was low on ideas, and I know my writing will NEVER be as good as 
Rindimo's =P

Here it is:


Scar was sulking in his cave a short distance away from Pride Rock, 
lying down of the floor of the cave, his hind legs spread out behind 
him, and his front paws crossed.  He stopped grumbling about the birth 
of Mufasa's son, Simba, when he heard a faint squeaking getting closer.  
Without turning his head, he looked out the corner of his eyes.  A mouse 
scurried out of a crack in the wall and was sniffing the floor of the 
cave.  It started sniffing the air, and Scar's paw came down on it.  
Scar lifted his paw, the mouse dangling by its tail which was caught 
between two sharp claws.  

"Life's not fair, is it?"  The mouse started clawing its way up on to 
Scar's paw.  Scar looked up, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.  "You see, 
I - I shall never be king," Scar's attention returned to the mouse , 
which was crawling across his toes on his uplifted paw.  He smiled and 
caught its tail.  "And you will never see the light of day again . . . 
adieu."  Scar lifted the mouse over his gaping jaws.  The mouse 
struggled against his grasp, squeaking shrilly.

"Just what do you think you're doing cat?"  Scar snapped his mouth shut 
and looked at the mouse in surprise, dropping it.

"Did you . . . just talk?"  The mouse sat on its haunches.

"What, you think you lions are the only animals in the Pride Lands that 
can talk?  We herbivores have brains and vocal cords too ya know!' said 
the mouse as it crossed its forelegs across its chest.  Scar paced back 
and forth in front of the mouse in amazement.  The mouse cocked its head 
and looked at Scar with its beady eyes.  ‘So, you're Mufasa's brother . 
. . I've heard of you."

"How do you know I'm Scar?"

"Come on.  Is there any brains in that skull of yours?  It was a guess . 
. . who else would have a scar over their eye . . ."

"Oh yeah, I forgot . . . yes, I guess that's one way to know who I am . 
. . not like Mufasa.  Everyone knows who he is, he's the king."  Scar 
flopped back on the ground and was sulking again.

"You want to be noticed, be king, don't ya?"  Scar looked at the mouse.

"It would be nice . . . to get noticed for once.  But I'll never be king 
. . . Simba's next in line, and Mufasa isn't dead."

"What, you don't think it could happen?"  The mouse scurried over to 
Scar's ear, ‘you can MAKE it happen!'  Scar grinned evilly.  ‘And find 
some of those dumb hyenas to follow ya . . . they'll do anything for 
food.'

"Yes . . . that would WORK!  What an idea!"  The mouse looked at Scar.  

"No problem . . . anytime."  

"I'm hungry . . . thanks for your help mouse."  Scar picked the mouse up 
again, lifted it over his mouth, and the mouse started screaming four 
letter words in Scar's face.  A flapping noise was heard outside the 
cave.  Scar looked in the direction of the noise, and saw Zazu, the 
king's majordomo, looking at him scornfully.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to your food?"

Written by Soraya


Let me know what you think!!! =)



Soraya




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