"Come with me," Mufasa told his brother. Taka followed him over to a mud puddle, glancing at it suspiciously.
"What are you doing, Mufasa?" he asked his brother.
Mufasa slipped his paw into the puddle and held it up against Taka's red-brown fur. "Good, this should work. Come over here and lean over."
"What?" Taka cried.
Mufasa smiled. "No, no, I'm going to cover your scar with this. It'll make it all better."
Taka was still hesitant. "Okay..." he said slowly, moving closer again.
Carefully, Mufasa covered Taka's scar with the mud. It was nearly perfect.
"There, all fixed!"


great job
