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Lion King Part Poo
The first moment I ever laid my 3 year old eyes on the “Lion King”, I fell in love. The characters, story, and music made me believe the story was real, and that you could do anything through faith and hard work. So at age 3, my mind had been set on becoming a lion.
I started by moving everywhere on all fours, to the bathroom, up and down stairs. When I had mastered that after weeks of practice I started to try and sound like a lion, So I started small, like a growl. For a solid month my throat hurt from copying Simba, Scar, and Mufusa. Eventually, I got the growls down. Now I was ready for the roar because, what is a lion without it’s roar? After practicing the growls so much, the roar came to me within a week. I decided it was time to test my lion skills. After watching “Lion King” for the 6th time that day, I asked my mother to go outside and play.
While outside I began to growl, run and jump. While I was doing my lion thing, my mother was on the phone with one of her best friends. I decided then it was time for the big finish, the roar on pride rock (only this time it was a picnic table). I went on all four legs and made a huge jump on the table. I roared with all my might, and realized I had to go to the bathroom. So I thought to myself, “Lions go to the bathroom outside, open and free!”I pulled my small shorts down and pooped directly on the table. Then, my mother turned around just in time to see the pile on her picnic table, and sounded like a true and real lion as she screamed at the top of her lungs while on the phone. She yelled “ETHAN, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?!?!?!?!” To which I replied, “I am a lion mommy.”
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