TLKSQUAT.TXT (Snuff)

A short piece of Lion King Satire 
By SwampRat
(cl) 1998 Gay Furry Association

Note - If you are a Lion King Fan... * Stop Now * Delete this File from your
Hard drive, and go find something else to read.

Now for the Rest of Us - I like TLK Fan-fiction. But some of it is Just so...
ICK! So here is a piece of reality. The names have been changed, but you know
who I mean.

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Whimpa Surveyed his domain. All quiet, all peaceful. Now if it would only Stay
that way for a while... But as usual, trouble came on the wings Tattlu. "Sire!
There is a disturbance on the fringe of the Kingdom.. Animals panicking all
over". Whimpa growled but dragged himself from the sunny rock and shook out his
mane. Then with a roar, he was gone.

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When he got to the spot many animals were milling around. The herd was clearly
afraid of Something. He Roared challenge, daring whatever it was to show
itself.. Then there was a louder roar, and something bit him just below his
left shoulder, knocking him down. Whimpa struggled to rise, shock setting in
rapidly. The Rhythm was broken... He could feel it dying even as he was.
"Sire!" Tattlu screeched, settling down beside him. "Go.. Warn the others at
the Stone." The bird hopped about nervously. "But Sire..." A last whispered
"Go!" and he leapt up, flitting over the tall grass to look down in mourning at
his friend.

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"Good Shot Sir George!" The grey-haired man nodded, taking the credit as justly
due. "Thank Yew..." He turned to the thinner man beside him. "You know Sir
Reginald, This place would be a jolly good spot for a Hunting Club, Whot?
Plenty of game about." His partner nodded, sighting in on a bird that seemed to
be hovering around the place where the kill lay. "I agree - Shot!" He yelled,
and move to one side. One of the 2 barrels of his gun went off and the bird
disappeared in an explosion of feathers. Both men walked to where the Lion lay,
Sir George standing with one foot on it's back, having his picture taken. "I
say... The eyes on this brute look almost intelligent." He dropped the head. "I
Hope the bloody Taxidermist can get the expression right."

The End