Leo the lion had a magnificent mane, a golden halo that shimmered in the sun. He was strong, brave, and believed, with all his heart, that he should be the King of the Jungle. He’d practiced his roar for months, a sound that could shake the baobab trees. Across the savanna, lived Rufus. Rufus had a slightly scruffy mane, but his eyes held a mischievous sparkle, and he was incredibly clever. He'd spent his days devising ingenious traps for unsuspecting zebras (which he always let go unharmed, of course!), proving his quick thinking. Both Leo and Rufus wanted the throne, currently empty since old King Aslan had retired to a sunny spot by the watering hole for a well-deserved nap.