Simba tried to stifle a laughter as he tried again, clumsily. The bat flew to top on her head and stays there.
"Get back to sleep, Nala. It's nothing to worry." The tawny cub said as he readies for attempt no. 7.
"And so Scar is forever alone. That's a good thing. He can't raise a proper cub anyways." Mufasa said, dragging her underneath the cascading waters, causing her fur to be stickily wet. "Hee har, Sara-bee!"

look before looking back at her. "Monster is no more. We can rest now." Simba got into a comfortable position. "Wow, you nailed it quickly."