Author's Note: None of the characters in this chapter (except for Nala) have names, but you can call them Oneie, Twoie, Threeie, and Fourie if you want. This is mostly dialouge and I know not everyone on FF is an expert reader, espically the young ones. So, incase you get confused, here'sa character key to help you identify Oneie, Twoie, Threeie, and Fourie by their hilarious personalities.

Oneie: Hyperactive, hog for attention, not too bright.
Twoie: The practical one. A nice guy who knows a lot about life on the savana.
Threeie: A bit of a jerk, very cynical. He doesn't care about anyone but himself.
Fourie: Quiet. Seriously.

This chapter contains a swear word. Don't worry, it's not bad. Just pretend it's a donkey.

"Have you heard the news?" said one excited bird to another.

"The rains are coming?" said the second bird hopefully.

"No, no! Nothing to do with the rains!"

"What makes it so important if it has nothing to do with rain," huffed the friend of the second bird.

"It's Mufasa! He's alive!"

"What!"

"Mufasa who?" asked the third.

"The king!"

"King of what? King of wasting time on stupid news."

"He ruled the Pride Lands two years ago, he was the leader of the largest pride within a thousand miles of Mount Kilimanjaro, and you've never heard of him?" inquired the second bird.

The cynical one ruffled his feathers. "Who wastes time with politics?"

"Wastes time! That pride controls most of the land around these parts, when there are herbivores in the area it's Mufasa who decides who lives and who dies in The Circle of Life."

"Was Mufasa."

"Was!" the first bird gawked at being ignored.

"I can't believe you missed the prince's ceremony," said the second bird, shaking his head. "Didn't even bother to show up at his funeral. Mufasa is a legend."

"A legendary waste of time."

"Oh, for pity's sake, you're such a royal—"

"Hey, hey, listen to what I have to say!" screamed the first bird.

"Say what? We don't even know where you heard that cockamamie story."

"He's right, you know," nodded the first.

"A wildebeest told me."

"Oh, a wildebeest, what a valuable source of information."

"Well he heard it from a crocodile."

"A crocodile!"

"Who trusts a crocodile?"

"Crocodiles eat wildebeest, you know."

"That's exactly what I mean."

"Please, please shut up! I'm telling you it's true, the wildebeest heard it from the crocodile."

"But who did the crocodile hear it from?"

"Probably a fish."

The two birds twittered with laughter.

"No, no, not a fish," said the first bird with frustration. "The crocodile got it from a giraffe."

"Giraffes will gossip about anything, it doesn't mean it's true."

"But the giraffe said he heard it from an elephant."

"Now how did you find that out?"

"The wildebeest told me."

"Cone now; we all know Mufasa is dead. The dead can't come back to life."

"Scar's the only one who said he's dead," a fourth bird pointed out. Up until now he'd been quiet as a mouse and this was the first and last thing he would add to the conversation.

"Yeah, that's right," the first bird agreed.

"Well Scar new him better than anyone else. I mean they were brothers."

"Hey, listen, who are you gonna trust? A wise elephant or a scraggily old lion?"

"We know better than to trust you," cackled the third little bird.

"Excuse me!" All four birds looked down together. A cream colored lioness was standing in the grass at the foot of the tree and swishing her tail in an interested manner. "Can any of you tell me where I can find Baako's pride?"

"I've never heard of any Baako," said the third bird in suspicion.

The first bird sighed. "Never mind him, Miss. All you have to do is head east of here for about half a mile till you come to this dried out stream bed, then you follow that for about a quarter mile, there will be a little grove of trees on your right. That's where Baako is."

"Thank you." The lioness was about to turn away when the third little bird hopped onto a branch just above her.

"Oh, oh miss! Before you go can you settle our argument? You see I heard from a very reliable source that Mufasa is alive and back in the Pride Lands. Is this true?"

The lioness's eyes widened and filled with sorrow. "No. Mufasa died a long time ago."

A brief silence settled over the three and the three birds, except the fourth who had been silent most of the time anyway. It didn't last for long. Everyone felt instantly more uncomfortable when the third little bird jumped up and said, "I told you so! See what an ass you've made of yourself!"

Ignoring him, the first bird said, "I'm sorry, Miss. Did you know him?"

"Yes. He was a dear friend," replied the solemn lioness. "Thank you for your help."

As the lioness vanished into the distance the birds piped up again.

"You see? You see! Now you've upset her, you little twit!" the third bird cried.

"You're the one who upset her," interjected the first.

"Heard it from a wildebeest who heard it from a crocodile, that's the stupidest joke I've ever heard."