Lion King story for kids
“Listen up, everyone! Gather at the town square! The Lion King has something to say!” The loudspeaker in the Forest Town went off, right on time as usual, interrupting dinnertime again. The residents had no choice but to put down their bowls and head toward the square.
“Is everyone here? Finished eating?” The Lion King pretended not to notice the residents’ displeasure and prepared to begin his speech.
No one responded. Some looked at the clouds, others stared at the ground, but no one looked at the Lion King. “Ahem!” The Lion King coughed loudly again, asserting his authority. As expected, all eyes immediately shifted toward him.
“I’ve heard that some residents want to move out of Forest Town just because they don’t want to gather in the square every day. Is that true?” The Lion King’s stern question caused everyone to shift their gaze back to the ground.
The square fell silent.
“I’m so hungry! Why do we have to listen to the Lion King tell stories every night? His stories aren’t even good!” Suddenly, a small, frustrated voice broke the silence.
It turned out to be a young deer, protesting to his father.
The Lion King stood dumbfounded in the center of the square.
Soon, murmurs spread throughout the crowd, growing louder and louder.
A lynx silently slipped away from the square, and then, others began to quietly head home too. Everyone pretended not to notice as they left the Lion King behind.
“Ahem! But… the Lion King has something to say!” Watching the residents leave one by one, the Lion King began to panic. Feeling dejected, he returned to the grand but also the most empty house in town and didn’t leave for several days.
The town’s loudspeaker remained silent for days, and the residents finally got to enjoy dinner on time.
“Knock, knock, knock!” The door to the Lion King’s house, which had never been knocked on before, suddenly sounded with a knock.
When the Lion King opened the door, he found the same young deer who had thrown a tantrum in the square. The little deer was holding a stack of storybooks at the door.
“I bet you don’t have any good storybooks,” the little deer said without a trace of fear. He took the Lion King’s hand and led him to the rug by the fireplace, sitting down and opening one of the books. Slowly, the deer began to read the stories to the Lion King.
Some stories were warm, some were cute, some were sad, and others were cheerful. As the Lion King listened, sometimes he laughed, sometimes he cried. He had never felt so happy.
“There’s a birthday party at the square tonight, and I came to invite you. You can tell a fun story then.”
The young deer closed the last book, said goodbye to the Lion King, and left.
As the sky darkened, the Lion King arrived at the square. The night square was adorned with colorful flowers, and a large, candlelit cake sat in the middle, surrounded by more flowers and fruits.
“Happy birthday! Happy birthday, Lion King!” The young deer began to sing a birthday song, and the other residents joined in.
“Uh!” Because he was always so lonely, the Lion King never celebrated his birthday. He had almost forgotten about it.
“Ahem! The Lion King has something to say!… Oh, no, no!” The Lion King suddenly spoke, startling the residents. But when they saw his awkward expression, everyone started laughing.
“I… I… want to tell everyone a story!”
From that day on, the Lion King often came to the square to tell fun stories to the young deer and his friends. The once empty house of the Lion King often echoed with the sound of laughter.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
