Simba: "But I thought a king could do whatever he wants"
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Mufasa: "Simba. Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures from the crawling ant the leaping antelope."
Mufasa: "Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so, we are all connected in the great Circle of Life."