Satisfied with the time he spent making discoveries about this inner energy, Mufasa leaves the gardens of his residence and goes to meet his parents.
He leaves the garden, but not before contemplating the rustle of leaves and the sound of nature around him, The Sun that warms his body and the soil that warms his feet.
Walking slowly using his enhanced sense of hearing, he subtly manages to hear the wind hitting the wooden walls of his home. The gentle breeze that tickles the hair on your little ears.
Using the sensitivity of the touch, he feels the small stones, together with the grains of sand, gradually contrasting with the grasses until only sand is left.
He walks in an exhilarating way, with his arms outstretched, moves them in front of his body to prevent him from unfortunately hitting his face on the ground.
However, even with all possible care, accidents will happen. Without waiting Mufasa taps a small paw (foot) on a rock that was solidly held in the ground.
I can assure you that it hurt for @ # $!
Surprised Mufasa tries to grab his foot, but ends up losing his balance and almost fell on my face. Before falling, he projects one of his arms so that his elbow will cushion the fall.
Better a slightly bruised elbow than a bruised nose or mouth.
With a raging face writhing like a demon and cursing even the fifteenth generation of the damn stone, Mufasa tries to ease the pain by cursing the stone as if it were his great enemy.
With many bad words, it would scare anyone who knew that a child could have such a refined vocabulary. Mufasa while still on the ground, take the stone with your hand and throw it to anyone! @ #! (expletive) the fucking stone.
It would be good if the stones could feel pain because they did, surely she would be moaning in pain due to the force of the impact she made on the ground.
Nobody Neither you, neither I nor my cat - I don't have a cat, realized that Mufasa had done a "miracle"!
Haven't you noticed yet?
No?...
Aff!!
Answer me then how the hell did he find the damn stone if he is blind !!?
Yeah ... the fucking stone had come off the ground by the force of the kick. So how would she know where she was?
(Author: Just imagining what that pain would be like, my face contorts now.)
Returning, the stone was no longer where it was and Mufasa was lying on the floor.
Somehow, intuitively with fluid naturalness he was able to automatically pick up the stone from where the hell it was.
He was angry and didn't realize that he had done something "so simple"
Either way, his anger was appeased. It was time to focus on your previous goal.
Inquire your parents about the mysteries of the world. Then, still limping, he slowly and murmurs, finds himself in space and meets the door that leads to the entrance to his complex home.
"Damn, what a pain from ... Urff ... Calm down, Amittaba ... Why am I so angry at? I think there is something wrong with me. I think it is hunger. They say that when we are hungry we get more irritable." Murmurs of Mufasa.
"Anyway, I have to urgently provide a stick to use ... at least it wouldn't fall like a shit on the floor." Even more murmurs.
Then he continues to use his hands to touch the walls of the dark complex of corridors that are not illuminated by sunlight. It's not like it made any difference to him, everything is dark anyway.
(Author: * Sad face. *)
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After a few minutes of walking, Mufasa finds himself close to where his father usually stays every day to meet and discuss with what can be said "tribe administrators".
It's almost time to eat. Mufasa realized this when he was in the garden. The sun was already at its glorious peak and when that happened it was very hot. And it is usually at this time of the day that someone comes to tell you that it was time to get together with your parents to eat.
But because of the anxiety caused by curiosity and a desire for answers to resolve his doubts, Mufasa did not mind meeting his parents earlier.
He hoped his parents hadn't been busy, but unfortunately his expectations were not met.
Before reaching the doors that bordered the corridor to the large space of the leaders' meeting room, he was kindly stopped by the rigid guards who are constantly standing there.
They could be completely ignored by anyone and considered as statues if it weren't for the screamingly fleeting breath.
"Young leader, the bosses are in a meeting. Unfortunately, we can't let anyone in, even if it's you." The guard on the left says.
"Orders are orders little boss!" The most sympathetic right guard says right after his partner speaks.
Mufasa at this point could have thrown a tantrum, but he, as a former adult, would not stoop to acting like a useless young master of the novels spread around.
(Author: I say useless but in fact I could have put several other offensive adjectives to allude my dissatisfaction with these brainless bastards.)
"Okay, fine. I have no choice ... Please let me know that I'm in the garden." Mufasa answers the guards while sighing with disappointment.
Then, he turns around and prepares to return from where I come from. But before that happens...
BANG !!
Doors that were previously tightly closed open heavily. There was a slight trace of dust that appeared in the air. This smoke was caused by the force and speed that the iron bars broke when the doors were banged loudly.
It was difficult to imagine how much strength was needed to cause such a badass effect and even more difficult was how strong these doors would have to be to withstand such strength without flying for meters until they became just splinters of wood.
This whole event made the guards startle slightly. Although scared you could say that something like this has been experienced by them a few other times.
Unlike the guards, Mufasa was scared like a convict! His heart almost goes out of his mouth and he almost never died again from a heart attack.
(Author: Sorry, I couldn't stand it, I had to use the reference.)
Quickly with the crash of the door, a female voice, unforgettable and powerful appears abruptly at the same time that soon ends in its incomplete monologue.
"I will pull myself out of your guts ...."
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