(Link to next story coming soon)
Kizazi was sitting on a warm, grassy hill. He blinked, looking out at the bright blue sky. Then, a moment later, a lion was next to him.
“Hey, Little Termite,” Nuka said, smiling down at Kizazi.
“Hi, Nuka,” he replied, “This a dream, again?”
“Yup, I think so. I wanna congratulate you on what you did, for the pride. You did good, Kiz.”
“Thanks. I kind of owe it to you.”
“Nah... Well, kind of.”
“I did send you to the Outlands, after all,” Nuka continued.
“What do you mean?” asked Kizazi, frowning.
“Do you think any of us up in the sky would let a cub wander into dangerous territory without a good reason?”
“So, you're the reason why all of this happened?”
"No, just the reason that it worked out in your favor.”
Kizazi laughed, and sneakily grabbed Nuka's tail in his jaws. Nuka yelped, and leaped into the air, landing on his face.
“Graceful!” snickered Kizazi.
“You know, after I died, I forgot why I hated babysitting,” whined Nuka, rubbing his head, “and you've just reminded me...”