" What would you prefer thst I call you? Sire or simba? or something else? " the horn bill asked. Zazu hoped that he could keep calling him Simba.
Simba finally took his place in the Circle of Life as king. It was time for a new age, time to rebuild a kingdom and time to renew his relations.
With a naughty smile and with rest in his eyes, Simba looked at the hornbill. He thought of the old times for a moment when he and Zazu constantly kept teasing each other. The lion laughed at the question because it reminded him of the old funny names that they had once used on each other. All those stories when they hadn't got along so well were now kind memories in Simba's eyes, and he didn't consider Zazu as an adversary anymore but a member in the family, a friend in the ally.
"You can call me Simba. I am still the same guy."
















