It was a beautiful day in the Pridelands.
The Pridelanders, Zazu, Rafiki, and the Lion Guard were heading to Mizimu Grove to attend a concert given by Matembo's Herd.
Kion, Fuli, and Mari were walking together.
"This is your first concert, Mari. Are you excited?" Fuli asked.
"Do you think they'll do a song with loud trumpeting?" She asked.
"They always do a song with loud trumpeting. It's tradition" he said.
When they reached Mizimu Grove, Kion's family settled down on the ledge overlooking the plain.
The Pridelanders and the Guard arranged themselves below them.
Matembo stepped forward.
"We're very pleased and honored to have all of you here to take part in our tradition" she said.
She turned to her herd, and they began to trumpet loudly.
Kion curled his tail around Mari's shoulders.
He leaned over to whisper to Kiara.
"They're really good" he said quietly.
Kiara nodded in agreement.
Once the concert had finished, Kiara and Belee were for first to move forward.
"That was wonderful, Matembo" Kiara said warmly.
Belee pressed her muzzle against Matembo's leg.
Kion bent to grasp Mari's scruff, and carefully edged down the slope.
He moved to stand beside Fuli, and passed Mari to her.
"Did you like it Mari?" He asked.
Simba cleared his throat.
"I don't believe I've ever enjoyed anything as much as this marvelous performance" he said.
Matembo inclined her head.
"Thank you, King Simba" she said.