Amanda stared in awe at the tiny butterfly. She'd never really looked at one up close. Usually when she saw one she would quickly chase it without a moment's hesitation. Now as she looked at it, resting lightly on Kivuli's large paw, she felt a strange feeling of wonder overcome her. How could there be so much life and energy in such a fragile little creature? All life was precious, and all animals, no matter the size, were of equal importance.
Tearing her gaze away from the butterfly, Amanda looked up at Kivuli and smiled. "Don't worry," she said, feeling somewhat comforted, "You're going to love it here. Everyone's really nice, especially our ruler, Simba. He makes sure we're all safe and well-fed. I think he gets his good leadership skills from his father, Mufasa. He's dead now, but I know he's still watching over us from the stars. All the Great Kings are. Except Scar, coz he wasn't so great. I'm so glad I wasn't born during his rule. My mom told me it was horrible. I was born just a few weeks later in September. I'm five months old you know!" she declared proudly, then scowled as the older lion burst out laughing. "What?" she asked, half-annoyed. "What's so funny?"