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ISBN 1-57082-087-2
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T,he sun came up over the African plain, hot and brilliant,

just as it had done since the beginning of time.

Today, the first rays of the morning sun fell on an
astonishing sight. Across the vast Pride Lands, animals moved in
great herds, heading for a single destination.

Elephants plodded steadily Antelope leaped through

the grass. Giraffes loped. Cheetahs raced. Ants marched in a

single line, while huge flocks of flamingoes winged across the sky
They were all journeying to Pride Rock to celebrate the birth
of King Mufasa's son.

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old mystic, approached King Mufasa and Queen Sarabi. He cracked

open a gourd, dipped his finger in the Hquid, and made a special

mark on the infant's forehead.

Then he carried the cub to the edge of the rock and held it high.

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Elephants trumpeted. Monkeys
screeched. Zebras, rhinos, and a host
of other animals stamped their hooves
Then a hush fell over the gathering.

Together, the animals of

Mufasa's kingdom knelt before Simba,

their new prince.

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attend the ceremony. Mufasa's

brother, Scar, had spent the entire

morning toying with a mouse. He was

just about to eat it when Zazu, the king's

majordomo, appeared. Startled, Scar if y.

turned, and the mouse scampered away

"Now look, Zazu, you've made me
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lose my lunch!" Scar complained.

"You'll lose more than that when the

king gets through with you!"

But Scar wasn't listening. He was

still hungry, and Zazu was beginning to

look pretty tasty

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time to eat Zazu, a voice commanded,
"Drop him!"

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isn't my big brother," he sneered.

"Sarabi and I didn't see you at the

presentation of Simba," Mufasa said.

"Is anything wrong?"

"That was today?" Scar said.

"Oh, I feel simply awful! It must have

slipped my mind."
"Well, as slippery as your mind is, you
are the king's brother," Zazu reminded him.

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that he should have been the first in

line to congratulate his brother.

"I was first in line until the little

hairball was born," retorted Scar.

"That 'hairbair is my son,"

Mufasa reminded him, "and your
future king."

"I shall practice my curtsy" Scar

said. Then he turned his back on them
and walked away

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 The days passed, and Simba grew from an infant into a cub.

One morning before dawn, Mufasa led Simba to the top of Pride Rock.
As the sun edged over the horizon, Mufasa said, "Simba, look
— everything the light touches is our kingdom. A king's time as ruler rises
and falls like the sun. One day the sun will set on my time here and will

rise with you as the new king."

"And this will all be mine? Wow!" said Simba, looking around. "But what
about that shadowy place?"
Mufasa turned to his son. "That is beyond our borders. You must never
go there, Simba."

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 lS they wandered away from Pride Rock, Mufasa said, "Simba, everything

see exists together in a deHcate balance. As king, you will need to understand
; balance and respect all creatures because we are all connected in the great
circle of life."
The young cub tried to listen, but a grasshopper caught his eye

and he chased after it.

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morning.report. "Sire!" he addressed

Mufasa. "Hyenas have crossed into the

Pride Lands!"

Quickly the king ordered

his majordomo to take Simba home.
"Aw, Dad, can't I coitie?" Simba whined.
"No,, son," his father replied, and he took
off after the dark shapes in the disftance.

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inning himself on a rock. "Hey, Uncle Scar!" Simba ci

the whole kingdom, and I'm gonna rule it all!"

Scar scowled. Then, slowly, he began to smile. "So your father showed you the whole
kingdom, did he? Did he show you what's beyond that rise at the border?"
"No," said Simba. "He said I can't go there."

"And he's absolutely right," Scar replied. "It's far too dangerous. Only the bravest
of lions go there. An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince."
"An elephant whatT said Simba. "Wow!"
"Oh, dear, I've said too much," said Scar, grinning slyly "Just dome one favor?"
he added. "Promise me that you'll never visit that dreadful place. And remember,
it's our little secret."

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distant spot on the horizon. He had no idea
that Scar had cleverly set a trap to rid himself

of the future king . . , forever.

Simba knew that he would be disobeying

his father if he went into the elephant graveyard.
But hadn't Uncle Scar said that only the bravest
of lions dared venture there? Wouldn't Dad be
proud of such a brave cub? thought Simba.

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happy to find Nala with her
"Mom " he said to Sarabi, "I just heard ab(
Nala and I go?"
"Where is this place, Simba?" his mother asked.
"Oh . . . near the waterhole!" the cub fibbed. Uncle Scar had said it

was a secret.

"All right," said Sarabi, "as long as Zazu goes with you."
Not Zazu! thought Simba. He'll spoil everything!

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We're not going to the waterhole. We're going to an elephant graveyard!"

When Zazu looked back and saw them whispering, he said, "Just look at

you two! \bur parents will be thrilled. One day, you two are going to be

married! It's a tradition!"

"Marry her? Forget it!" said Simba. "I can't marry her. She's my best
friend. And besides, when I'm king, I'll do just as I please!"

Zazu shook his head. "With that attitude, you'll be a pretty pathetic king!"

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he scampered away across the plains. Nala followed, and the two of them
darted in and out of herds and escaped from Zazu.

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"Now we can look for the elephant graveyard!"

In the spirit of victory, Simba playfully leapt

for Nala. But she was too quick for him and
flipped him onto his back. Together they

tumbled down a hill until they landed with

a thud. Next to them was a huge elephant skull.

"This is it! We made it!" said Simba.

"Wow!" exclaimed Nala. "It's really creepy."

"C'mon " said Simba. "Let's check it out."

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them. "We're way beyond the boundary of the Pride Lands,"
he said. "And right now we all are in very real danger."
"I laugh in the face of danger!" said the brave lion cub. "Ha, ha!"
"Ha, ha!" replied the elephant skull. Then out of the skull's

cavernous eyeholes popped three slobbering hyenas!

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"Well, well, well, Banzai. What have we got

here?" said one hyena.

"I don't know, Shenzi," answered another

"What do you think, Ed?"
Ed, the third hyena, just licked his lips

ind laughed.

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 Baring their fangs in wide grins, the hyenas
crept toward the trespassers. They grabbed
Zazu first.

"Why don't you pick on somebody your

own size?" Simba shouted.
The hyenas dropped Zazu and raced
after the cubs. When Shenzi threatened
Nala, Simba swiped his claws across

the hyena's nose.

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trapped inside the bones of an elephant's rib cage. Then
the angry hyenas advanced toward Simba, their sharp

teeth gleaming.

A giant paw suddenly struck Shenzi, sending her

and the other hyenas into a pile of bones.

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the beaten and bruised hyenas fled.

''Don't you ever come near my son

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"Zazu!" Mufasa commanded. "Take Nala home. I have to teach my son a lesson."
As Simba sheepishly approached his father, Mufasa said, "Simba, I'm very
disappointed in you."

"I was just trying to be brave, like you, Dad."

Mufasa tried to smile. "I'm only brave when I have to be. Simba, being brave doesn't
mean you go looking for trouble."

Overhead, stars began to dot the evening sky Simba looked at his father and said,

"We'll always be together Right?"

"Simba, let me tell you something my father told me: Look at the stars. The great

kings of the past look down on us from those stars. They will always be there
to guide you . . . and so will I."

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"EHd you bring us anything to eat, Scar, old buddy?" Banzai asked.
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"I practically gift-wrapped those cubs for you, and you couldn't even dispose
of theni."
"What were we supposed to do — kill Mufasa?" said Banzai.

"Precisely," answered Scar.

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The next day, Scar approached Simba. "Your father

has a surprise for you," he said. Scar led the cub down the
steep walls of a gorge.

"Will I like the surprise, Uncle Scar?"

"Simba, it's to die for. Now wait here and find out," Scar said,
leaving Simba behind.
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Not far from where Simba waited, a herd of wildebeests grazed. Not far from
the herd, three hyenas waited, too. They were waiting for a signal from Scar.
Shenzi saw him first. "There he is! Let's go!"

The hyenas ran toward the wildebeests. Sensing danger, the herd panicked

and stampeded into the gorge, straight toward Simba.

 Nearby, Mufasa and Zazu noticed the dust rising from the gorge.
"Mufasa!" Scar yelled, appearing from behind a rock. "Quick!
Stampede! Simba's down there!"
With no thought for his own safety, the Lion King leaped into the
gorge and snatched the cub out of the
path of the deadly hooves.

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Suddenly Mufasa felt the rocky wall crumble beneath his

hind paws. He fell back into the herd. Badly hurt, he tried to

climb another cliff Looking up, he saw Scar.

"Brother . . . help me!" Mufasa pleaded.

Scar leaned toward Mufasa and pulled him close.

"Long live the king!" he whispered,

then let go. Mufasa lost his grip and disappeared

beneath the mass of moving animals.
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Unaware of what Scar had done, Simba saw his father fall.

When the wildebeests were gone, the cub raced down into the
dust-filled gorge. There Simba found his father. He nuzzled

the motionless body, but the great Lion King was dead.
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"What have you done?" he said.

"He tried to save me!" the cub answered.

"If it weren't for you, your father would
still be alive!" Scar snarled. "Run away,

Simba . . . run away and never return!"

Confused and heartbroken, Simba began
to run. He did not see the hyenas join Scar,

or hear his uncle give the order to kill him.

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There was only one way for the lion cub to escape. He leaped
off the plateau into a tangle of thorns.

The hyenas did not have the courage to follow. They could

only stand at the edge of the plateau and jeer.

"If you ever come back, we'll kill you!" they shouted after him.

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*ride Rock with the news.

''Mufasa died a hero," Scar solemnly announced. "He

gave his own Hfe to save his son. But, alas, both are dead."

Sarabi, Nala, and the other lionesses began to mourn.

Scar slowly ascended Mufasa's throne. "It is with a heavy

heart that I become your new king!"

Rafiki, shciking his head in disbelief,

watched from a distance.

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Injured and exhausted by his flight from the hyenas, Simba stumbled across

the hot African wasteland. Above him, against the blazing

midday sun, vultures circled. Unable to go farther,

Simba fell to his knees and fainted.

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were gone, but a meerkat and a warthog were standing over him.
"You okay, kid?" said the meerkat.

"\bu nearly died," said the warthog. "We saved you!"

"Thanks for your help," Simba replied. He stood on wobbly legs and
started to leave.

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The meerkat called after the shaky cub, "Where ya from?"

"It doesn't matter," Simba said quietly Then he admitted, "I did something
terrible . . . but I don't want to talk about it."

"Then you're an outcast!" cried the meerkat. "So are we! My name's Timon,
and this is Pumbaa. Take my advice, kid. You gotta put your past behind you.
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With nowhere else to go, Simba followed Timon and Pumbaa to their jungle

home. As Timon handed Simba some wriggling bugs to eat, the meerkat repeated,
"This is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities, and— best of all— no worries!"
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Simba grew into a young lion.

One night, while the three of them were gazing at the stars,

Simba said, "Someone once told me that the great kings of

the past are up there, watching over us."

Pumbaa and Timon laughed. "Whod have told ya a crazy

thing like that?" said Timon.

Simba, thinking of his father, was silent.

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he heard his friends shout for help.

Simba hurried toward the sound. Pumbaa was caught beneath the
trunk of a fallen tree, and Timon was trying to protect him from a
hungry young lioness.
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and stared down at him.

"Simba?" she said hesitantly.

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As the lions hugged, Timon cried, "What's goin'

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politely, but she could not stop staring at Simba. Finally she said,

"Everyone thinks you're dead."

"They do?" Simba said.

"Yes. Scar told us about the stampede."

"What else did he tell you?" Simba asked cautiously

"What else matters?" Nala exclaimed. "You're alive!

And that means you're the king!"

"King?" cried Timon and Pumbaa in surprise.
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take over the Pride Lands," Nala said. "Everything's destroyed. There's no food, no
water. Simba, if you don't do something soon, everyone will starve."

"I can't go back," he insisted.

Nala did not understand why Simba refused to accept responsibility and help the
Pride. "What's happened to you?" she asked. "You're not the Simba I remember."

"You're right. I'm not," he said. "Now are you satisfied?"

Before he turned to leave, Simba added angrily "Listen! You think you can just
show up and tell me how to live my life? You don't even know what I've been through."
Nala called after him, but Simba ignored her.

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That night, while the others slept, Simba sat on a rock and gazed up at the

twinkling sky. "I don't care what anybody says," he said aloud. "I won't go back.

What would it prove, anyway? It won't change anything. You can't change the past."

Then Simba heard a strange sound. Somewhere in the jungle, someone was chanting
in a singsong voice. As if from nowhere, the bent figure of an old baboon appeared.
"Who are you?" Simba asked, slightly annoyed.

'The question is: Who are youT' said the baboon.

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 Simba thought for a moment, then sighed.

The old baboon said, "I know your father."

"My father is dead," Simba repHed.

"Nope!" said the baboon. "He's alive.

I'll show him to you. Just follow old Rafiki.

He knows the way."

The old baboon led Simba to a clear, smooth

pool. "Look down there," Rafiki advised.

In the pool, Simba saw only his reflection.

"Look harder'' the baboon insisted.

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"You see?" Rafiki said. "He Uves in you!"

Simba heard a voice call his name, and he looked up and saw the image
of his father in the stars.

"Look inside yourself, Simba," said his father's image. "You are more
than what you have become. You must take your place in the circle of life.
Remember who you are. . . . You are my son and the one true king.
Remember ..." The vision faded. Simba remained alone, thinking.

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all over for Simba. Finally Rafiki caught up with them.

"You won't find Simba here," the baboon said.

"The king has returned!"

Timon asked, "What do you mean?"
"He's gone back to challenge his uncle!"

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As he crossed over into his homeland, he saw ruin and devastation everwhere.

For a moment, Simba hesitated. Then he felt a fresh wind and saw rain clouds
gathering on the horizon. With renewed hope, he continued his journey.
Soon Nala joined him, as did Pumbaa and Timon. As they approached

Pride Rock, they saw some hyenas. Pumbaa and Timon stayed behind to
divert the pack. Nala went to find the lionesses, while Simba forged on
alone, in search of his mother

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"Where is your hunting party?" he shrieked at Sarabi.
"There is no food," she replied. "The herds have moved on. We have only one
choice. We must leave Pride Rock."
"We're not going anywhere," he growled.

Sarabi replied, "Then you are sentencing us to death."

"Then so be it. I am the king, and I make the rules!"

"If you were half the king Mufasa was . . . "Sarabi began. Enraged.
Scar struck her, and she fell.
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and saw a great lion before him.

"Mufasa?" he said, gasping. "No! It can't be. You're dead."

Weak and delirious, Scar backed away from the ghost. "What
do you want?" he cried. "Why are you here? Go away Go!
Leave me alone!"
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son. "Simba," she said quietly "You're alive!"

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failed to kill Mufasa's boy.
"This is my kingdom," Simba proclaimed. "Step down, Scar."

Scar laughed. "Well, I would, of course. But there is one little

problem." He gestured toward the hyenas.

Quickly the hyenas swarmed over Simba.

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 "Enough!" Scar finally cried. The hyenas drew back, providing a clear path for

Scar to approach Simba, who struggled to avoid falling to his death.

Scar sneered. "Where have I seen this before? Oh, yes ... I remember
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ordered the hyenas to help him.
Moments later Nala and the lionesses arrived, along with Timon and
Pumbaa. With fury they attacked the hyenas, attempting to drive them away
As the groups clashed, lightning struck the dry grass of the flatlands. The
wind, now fierce, swept huge flames toward Pride Rock. During the battle,

Simba, became separated from his uncle.

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'Simba, you don't understand," Scar insisted. "I didn't kill your father It was the
lyenas. They are the enemy Now that you're back . . . together, we can defeat them!"
"Run away, Scar," Simba commanded, repeating the advice his uncle had once given
him. "Run away and never return!"
Scar started to slink away but then he turned and lunged for Simba. Acting swiftly,

Simba hurled Scar off the cliff The sound of hungry hyenas drifted up from the gorge,

revealing Scar's awful fate.

 As rain began to fall, Simba climbed to the top of Pride Rock. Then the

clouds parted, revealing a star- filled sky. Simba roared triumphantly, and all

who heard him reacted with joy

Soon, under the rule of a wise and brave king, the Pride Lands flourished.
The herds returned to graze, and food was plentiful once again.

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Soon the animals gathered once more to celebrate the birth of a

king's son. Simba and Nala watched proudly as Rafiki held their

new cub high over Pride Rock.

As the morning sun touched the African plain, Simba thought of

something his father had once told him. "A king's time as ruler

rises and falls like the sun. One day the sun will set on my
time and rise with you as the new king."

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