The day started out as normal with me sitting in my tree watching the people admiring my beauty.
Until he came.
That short furrier bastard.
As usually he didn't come for me. No. He came for my feet. What a weirdo.
"King Julien." said the big eyed rat who dared looked at me.
"What is it Mort." I say responding back with venom in my voice.
"I want to take you on a drive."
I thought about it for a bit but, agreed 'I might as well use him.'
That what led us to the present events now.
As we where driving (sitting in silent of course) I saw a evil glace in Mort's eyes.
Before I knew it the car was doing flip in the air. And then it crashed in the ground...HARD.
The next day I woke up at the doctors. After a day of recovery the doctors let me leave. They told me I was lucky to be alive but, it came with a cost. They told me I was paralyzed from the neck down.
'N-no h-how can this be. How will I be able to dance for my fans if I can't move.'
They wheeled me out of the hospital. Once outside I started to cry and with rage I shouted:
