Nala strained her legs downward, trying to get them to make contact with the ground, but it was no use. The several animals she had eaten already that day, combined with the still-not-completely-digested buffalo of the previous day, had swelled her gut to the point where she had no chance of walking until she digested. That annoyed her. Who knew how long it would take until she digested enough to be mobile again? She could see more food lying in the grass down a gentle slope, and she wanted to eat it now, not in a day or two.

But when she noticed that her next course was slightly downhill from her current position, she got an idea. With her big stomach, she was more or less circular, so maybe she could roll down to the carcass. With a grunt, she started rocking back and fourth, trying to push herself to the point where her body would start going downhill from its own momentum. Finally, she managed to flip herself over, and after a moment of pain from having all that weight pressing down on her spine, she was off.

Her journey was more of a continuous flop than a true roll, since she wasn't quite as round as she imagined herself to be. It was a very uncomfortable way to travel: More than once, she ended up with her face pressed against the dry soil. Eventually, though, she thudded to a stop, head-first, against something big and solid. Nala's squashed nose could tell that it was meat, and though she couldn't quite identify the animal, she didn't care. She was stuck, unable to move her head out of the dead animal's flank. And, of course, there was only one way to free herself: eat her way out.

She was a bit dizzy from the trip, but she fought down the feeling. After all, she was stopped pretty solidly now, and there was work to be done. She tore into the carcass like it was her first meal of the day, disregarding the hundreds of pounds of meat she had already eaten. It went down a treat, and her stomach expanded more and more to fit it all in. Nala wasn't worried about her increasing immobility, though: she knew how to keep moving if she wanted to.

What she didn't count on was the hill she was on getting steeper. As soon as she swallowed the last of the wildebeest (for that's what it had turned out to be), she started rolling again.