Mufasa's DeathThe herd and I were running through the canyon. I might have even run over him, I remember stepping on a brown furry thing. I certainly didn't mean to kill him, I am the kind of guy who wants everyone to just get along. Earlier that day, the herd got a collective shiver. We all sensed the dreaded smell of a lion. Then we heard a roar, but not of a mature lion. One of my friends takes off across the Pridelands and we all follow her of course. Next thing I know we're stampeding through the canyon.