“Simba has been ‘de king for some time. He hasn’t told you?” Rafiki looked away thoughtfully. And stroked the long white fur on his chin again.

“’Dis place is strange, and ‘de woodlands beyond ‘dis cave smell of all sorts of unfamiliar ‘tings. ‘Dat both Simba and I have made it all ‘de way to ‘dis strange place unknowingly, yet unharmed…” he left the sentence hanging on the air. Rafiki knew something was odd about this place. But it just kept getting more peculiar.