Disclaimer: I wish I had thought up the brilliant characters of the Lion
King, but I did not. I'm just borrowing them from good 'ol Disney.
Friends?
He was lured from his sleep when a shard of sunlight penetrated painfully through his eyelids. Timon groaned and rolled away, trying to avoid the light, but it was no use—the sun was up. Lifting heavy eyelids, he was greeted by the sight of Pumbaa's gaping mouth a small three inches from his face and he pulled back quickly in surprise. He wrinkled his nose, frowning at the pig that kept on sleeping away without a care in the world and was tempted to wake him up as well. It wasn't fair he had to suffer the wrath of the morning alone while he just kept on snoozing. But instead of waking him, he turned and slid from the warthog's belly to land gracefully on his feet.
With both paws on his back, he pushed it forward and sighed when it gave a satisfying pop. Good to go, he set off to find some breakfast, his chops already watering.
He was leaning down beside a log when he heard it, a soft snorting sound coming from behind him. He peered curiously over his shoulder to the thick brush behind him, the green leaves swaying softly in the morning breeze. Arching one dark eyebrow, Timon's brown eyes searched the area for any sign of trouble, but finally decided that it was nothing worth losing his breakfast over and continued with what he was doing.
But, it was a mistake...
He was completely unprepared when something came barreling out of the bushes, blind siding him and sending him tumbling across the dirt. He came to a stop on his stomach, dazed and dizzy from the attack. Lifting his head up from the ground, he forced his spinning vision to still to take the first glimpse of his assailant. Above him was a large snout and protruding tusks coursing out from the sides of it. And as Timon raised his eyes further, he found a pair of round, gray eyes staring down at him angrily.
"Get off my land, rat," it snarled, and Timon started in surprise to find that it was a girl...
He laughed nervously and raised himself up on his arms. "No need to get hostile."
She snorted in his face, ruffling his fur, and he cringed in fear.
Oh yeah, he was in trouble.
Friends?
He was lured from his sleep when a shard of sunlight penetrated painfully through his eyelids. Timon groaned and rolled away, trying to avoid the light, but it was no use—the sun was up. Lifting heavy eyelids, he was greeted by the sight of Pumbaa's gaping mouth a small three inches from his face and he pulled back quickly in surprise. He wrinkled his nose, frowning at the pig that kept on sleeping away without a care in the world and was tempted to wake him up as well. It wasn't fair he had to suffer the wrath of the morning alone while he just kept on snoozing. But instead of waking him, he turned and slid from the warthog's belly to land gracefully on his feet.
With both paws on his back, he pushed it forward and sighed when it gave a satisfying pop. Good to go, he set off to find some breakfast, his chops already watering.
He was leaning down beside a log when he heard it, a soft snorting sound coming from behind him. He peered curiously over his shoulder to the thick brush behind him, the green leaves swaying softly in the morning breeze. Arching one dark eyebrow, Timon's brown eyes searched the area for any sign of trouble, but finally decided that it was nothing worth losing his breakfast over and continued with what he was doing.
But, it was a mistake...
He was completely unprepared when something came barreling out of the bushes, blind siding him and sending him tumbling across the dirt. He came to a stop on his stomach, dazed and dizzy from the attack. Lifting his head up from the ground, he forced his spinning vision to still to take the first glimpse of his assailant. Above him was a large snout and protruding tusks coursing out from the sides of it. And as Timon raised his eyes further, he found a pair of round, gray eyes staring down at him angrily.
"Get off my land, rat," it snarled, and Timon started in surprise to find that it was a girl...
He laughed nervously and raised himself up on his arms. "No need to get hostile."
She snorted in his face, ruffling his fur, and he cringed in fear.
Oh yeah, he was in trouble.