January 23, 2017- I felt a strong pull on my fur that was heavily weighted down by the water. I supposed it wasn’t always a good thing to have such a thick, luxurious coat but nonetheless it was just another one of my crosses to bear.
I sputtered and spat on a rock that I had been lifted onto and cleared the water from my throat.The rock was hidden from the dock and I looked behind me to make sure the tall, thin woman and her rocket launcher were not aimed at me. It wasn’t and for that I was thankful.
I had been saved from the clutches of death and because of this, I vowed to be nicer to the large human. As I turned around to slowly blink at him in thanks, I realized it wasn’t him who saved my life at all…it was someone who I least expected; it was Simba.
“You’re ok, you’re on land now,” Simba said as I stared at him in disbelief.
“But how…wha…?” I stuttered, my brain wouldn’t let me form a proper sentence.
“Now is not the time for questions, we must find the large human and Bernard immediately, they’re in grave danger if we don’t get to them first,” Simba spat.
A mix of feelings filled me. I didn’t know what to think and there was an uneasiness about the whole situation. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Simba, I just never thought that he was this strong. The questions I had, ate at me and I wondered what else I didn’t know about him. I stared at his utility belt and jacket which was full of mercenary implements.
I was in a haze until he grabbed my shoulders, shook me and said, “Snap out of it. We must find the large human NOW because his life depends on it.”