Rolling your eyes, you abandon your attempts to rouse your mother and trot back around to Mufasa. "Dad? Daad! Come on, Dad!" Leaping up onto your father's crossed forelegs, you lean forward and start tugging at his ear, growling from the strain. Eventually you lose your grip and fall backwards, rolling into the skeletal remains of a past kill. Your head a little sore, you clamber to your paws to find that he's still not woken up!
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