Alex the lion was mid-yawn when Melman the giraffe stuck his long neck through the kitchen doorway. "Did you hear? Something new—different—fancy-scented—" Melman said, breath fogging in the cool room air. Gloria, polishing her hooves, rolled her eyes but smiled. Marty, always the first to sense adventure, was already pacing his exhibit, tail flicking like a metronome.

learned that being a King means mastering your own nature, not just a crowd.