Blacktail Deer Plateau I killed Mufasa

When he gave her leg a yank, Junior cried out again, though not quite as loud as before. Every subsequent tug earned a yelp of sheer agony from her, though fortunately it only took three or four before her stomach dragged up and over the plateau's lip. Her back feet scrabbled and found purchase and, together, they finished hoisting her over the escarpment.

For a few minutes, she just lay there, trembling from head to toe, on the verge of passing away out (omg honest first draft typo, LOL) from the pain. Fortunately or unfortunately—again, depending on how you looked at it—her fever flared and she slipped into an unfeeling state. Well, she could feel one thing: the burning. She sat upright and when she looked down, her legs were aflame.

"Just... just chop them off, Grasshopper McProlapse," she muttered to Pura before shaking her head slightly as if to clear it. "No... wait. I just stop, drop and roll. Right?" She stared blankly at Pura. "No. Take me to the river. I just need to use the water. Just baptize me and I'll be okay..." She climbed to all fours, weaving slightly as she took one step, then another. She began to sing, "Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's den we go..."