The sun rose over the Savannah of the African horizon. Turning the sky from black to red and finally, to a light orange as it rose higher and higher into the sky. Animals from all over the savannah, from the watering hole to the chasms, started to head in the direction of Pride Rock.

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

They hopped, galloped, walked, and flew to get to the massive structure in the middle of the grasslands. And at this structure, at the entrance of a small den, were all the lions would usually sleep, lay a darkly colored green lion and dark jade eyes and a lightly green lioness with pale blue eyes. The lion looked at his wife with adoring eyes and she looked down to the small baby cub in her arms. He was the spitting image of his dad but with a small tuft of hair on his green head. He looked up and blinked up at the two bigger lions as a red furred baboon with an orangey skin tone on her hands, feet and err…bottom, made her way toward them and picked up the small cub gently. Her light green eyes probed the small cub.

It's the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle
The circle of life

She cradled him in her arms and started to walk toward the edge of the massive ledge, and once there she looked out at the mass of animals that had gathered at its base and were cheering wildly for the presentation of their young new prince. The baboon looked over her shoulder at the two larger lions and smiled a knowing and cheerful smile before using her free hand to smudge a paint like substance on the cub's forehead. She looked back out at the crowd and raised the cub up for all to see. The crowd cheered harder and louder.

It's the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle
The circle of life

**** In the lower part of Pride Rock's structure lay a huge orange lion with a white mane. His left eye was a dark blue while his right eye had a large black scar that sealed it shut. He lay there, while playing with a little gray mouse. The mouse tried to run for the crack in between the rocks, just when it had almost made it he smacked his paw on top of the smaller and weaker creature before lifting it up by its tail. He almost seemed to give it a pitying look. Almost.

"Life's not fair, is it?" he asked it. "I will never be king and unfortunately for you, you will never see the light of another day. Tragic isn't it?" He lifted the mouse above his head and was about to devour the helpless creature when someone interrupted him.

"Slade, didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?" The lion – Slade – looked over and saw a small little blue hornbill with white under feathers and a midnight black beak. Slade put his paw down and kept the mouse from going anywhere by holding its tail. He rolled his eye.

"What do you want, Garth? Cant you see I'm in the middle of something…important?" Garth shook his feathered head, and announced with an exaggerated bow,

"I'm here to tell you that King Marcus is on his way to, hopefully, chew you out. So what's your excuse this time for not showing up at the presentation?" It was at this moment that the mouse took advantage of the lion's distraction and scurried back into its hole.

"Now look what you've done Garth, you made me lose my lunch." Garth scoffed.

"You'll be losing more than your lunch when the King gets a hold of you, One-eye. He's madder than a hippo with a hernia!"

Slade smiled wickedly at the blue and black hornbill. "Is that so? Well how about instead you make it up to me." As he said this he started to saunter toward the now scared bird.

"Slade…what are you-? No! Don't! Noooo!"

"Slade!" The orange lion turned around to see Marcus, standing on one of the higher rocks. "Spit him out." Just then a black beak poked itself out of Slade's mouth.

"Amazing timing, your majesty!" Garth said relieved. Slade rolled his eye and slowly spit the annoying bird out. Once out Garth sat up and moved his wings that were now covered in saliva and shuddered. "Gross."

"Well if it isn't my brother, come to mingle with the common folk. How is the view from up top?" Marcus seemed to narrow his eyes.

"Marie and I didn't see you at the presentation of Logan. Care to explain?" Slade feigned shock.

"That was today? Oh I feel just awful," he said scraping his claws against the rock causing Garth to cringe at the awful sound it made. "It must have…slipped my mind," he finished sounding less sorry.

"Yes we all know how slippery your mind is," Garth muttered. "But we expected you to be first in line," he finished. Slade gave him a look that said, 'I'm not afraid to eat you right now' then turned his attention back to Marcus.

"It is a pity I missed the little hairball's presentation. Nothing we can do about it now though."

"That hairball, Slade, is my son, and your future king." Slade put his paw up to his mouth, with his pinky extended up.

"Then I best start practicing my curtsy. Don't want to seem rude." He started to walk away when Marcus called out,

"Don't turn your back on me, Slade."

"Oh Marcus, dear brother, I wouldn't dream of it," Slade said as he continued to walk away. Once he was out of earshot Garth and Marcus shared a collective sigh.

"There's always one in every family sire. Two in mine. And they always manage to completely ruin even the best of celebrations." Marcus shook his head.

"What am I going to do about him?" Garth seemed to really think about it then gave a small smirk.

"Well he would make a very useful throw rug." Marcus looked at him.

"Garth."

"Well just hear me out. When he gets dirty you can go out and beat him and you won't hear a single complaint!" Garth seemed to really love this idea, but Marcus shook his head and chuckled.

**** Across the savannah in a fat and lush tree, Kori, the baboon who had presented Logan, stood looking at the painting of a small lion. She muttered some words that were incoherent to the other monkey that sat up in the higher branch of the tree. He stared. "What are you doing Kori?" The red monkey looked up at her companion.

"Nothing." She grinned then with her thumb marked a line across the forehead of the painted cub. "Logan…" she muttered. Then with a hearty laugh, she said, "I have a good feeling about this one, Rich, a very pleasant feeling." The other monkey – Rich – cocked his head to the side.

"If you say so Kori," he replied cautiously.

****** Months past and Logan was no longer a little baby, he was now an energetic young cub. The little green haired lion cub ran out toward the edge of the rock that looked across the entire savannah, the sun not even in the sky yet. He smiled excitedly and raced back into the den, climbing over the other lionesses and saying sorry when he happened to accidentally kick one. He finally made over to where his parents lay sound asleep. "Dad! Wake up!" he called. Marcus didn't even twitch. "Dad, come on! You promised to show me stuff today! Dude wake up!"

Marcus groaned as his son tried pulling on his ear and then biting and pushing. "Your sun wants you," Marie said groggily. Marcus replied just as groggily,

"Before sunrise, he's all yours." Finally Logan decided to headbutt the older lion, which grabbed his attention.

"You promised!" Logan said accusingly. Marcus looked at his wife, who smiled triumphantly, then back at his son.

"Ok. Ok. I'm up. I'm up," he said with a chuckle. He yawned as Logan smiled, showing that one prominate pointy tooth that poked out, and started to run back outside. Marcus looked at Marie again and he whispered, "I don't know where he gets it." Marie chuckled and then smiled knowingly.

"He's your son alright." They both chuckled as they followed Logan out of the den.