King Maneguard led Orko into his baby daughter’s nursery. “I am tasking you with the sole purpose of looking after Furaha for the day while I’m out,” he said. “You can count on me, sir, I’ll take care of the little tot for you.” After waving goodbye to his master, Orko went up to Furaha’s cot and tickled her. Furaha began to laugh, for, being a baby lioness cub, she was happy to have her caretaker Orko by her side. He lifted Furaha out of her cot and placed her on the golden floor, watching her crawl around the enormous nursery and following her as he did. Orko giggled at the way Furaha put one paw in front of the other in a wonky, babyish way. He then picked up Furaha and swung her round in happiness, hugging her to his chest. He then fell onto a pile of cushions and blankets, which was as soft as Furaha’s fur, and lifted Furaha over him, laughing in joy. However, as soon as Orko was laughing, Furaha was crying, because she was hungry. Orko took her downstairs to the kitchen and poured her a nice, warm bottle of milk, feeding her and cooing, “Does baby want her bottle?” and “Coochie-coochie-coo!” Orko placed Furaha over his shoulder and patted her on the back, causing her to burp. Orko cradled her in his arms and tickled her furry tummy, as she yawned and fell asleep. Orko was feeling sleepy too, as looking after Furaha was very hard work indeed.
When King Maneguard came back that night, he entered Furaha’s nursery to find Furaha and Orko fast asleep on pillows and blankets. “Easy, Orko.” said the king softly, “You’ll always look after Furaha, for a long long time.”
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