Simba laughed quietly. Yeah, that was one... rough night. Just then Timon came to them, with a large leaf piled with grub. Simba looked at it, disgusted. That disgust turned into wonder when Kamari cleared it all up right in front of Simba's eyes. How did you do that? Simba asked. He looked at his own leaf. The insects were crawling all over it, and for a moment, he felt sick.
Sure, they were satisfying. But they were also slimy, and that was the worse part. What would Simba do for a scarp of meat. His stomach rumbled with hunger. The insects would have to do. Simba leaned down and wolfed the insects up. As long as he didn't chew them, but swallowed right away, then they were tolerable. As much as he appreciated Timon and Pumbaa being able to get breakfast like that, insects were not lion food. As soon as he finished his leaf, he swatted it aside and got up, stretching.
So what are we going to do today? he asked Kamari. He had a thought of leading the cheetah on a guided tour of the jungle, if Timon and Pumbaa allowed it.