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"Timon?" Pumbaa asked. His friend was looking at the sky.
Timon turned his head to Pumbaa. "Yeah?"
"Are you sad or something?"
The meerkat rolled his eyes. "No."
"Are you hurt?"
"No."
"Then what it is?"
Taking a deep breath Timon turned his eyes again to the sky. "Nothing, Pumbaa."
"How badly you're hurt?"
"Who say that I'm hurt?" Timon asked and closed his eyes again.
"If you don't tell me, I can say that you're hurt."
"I can't tell you because.."
"What?" Pumbaa breathed.
"Because you can't help me", Timon whispered. "I miss."
"Miss what?"
"My home", Timon smiled. "I miss my home."
"But Timon, you told me that everybody hates you…"
"Yeah, Pumbaa, that's true, but I miss then all after all."
"But why?"
Timon looked at Pumbaa and smiled. "I don't know. Do you ever miss your family?"
Pumbaa shake his head. "No."
Timon saw his sad eyes and get up and walking to his side. "Sorry, Pumbaa, I didn't mean…"
"No, it's ok, Timon."
"But I'm sorry that I asked something what..", he looked at Pumbaa. "What I knew."
Pumbaa feel tears on his chest and turned his head away. "Sorry.."
"Why? It's ok to cry, Pumbaa", Timon smiled. "And here is not anybody else than you and me."
"But you didn't cry ever, Timon. You're so brave and i…."
"What, what, Pumbaa? Hey, i was crybaby when I was younger."
"No, you're…"
"But I was, Pumbaa. I just have learn how to be without being cry."
"But it's not right, Timon. it's not right."
Timon looked up to him. "It's ok, Pumbaa. But sometimes I have feeling that I need to cry."
"Do you need that now?"
"What? Not today. Not tonight", Timon smiled to his friend. "Where you want to go?"
Pumbaa smiled. "I don't know, Timon. You choose."
"Ok, hmm, do you mind if we sleep over here?" Timon asked. "I'm too tired to choose anything", he swayed.
"Ok, Timon, what you want", Pumbaa smiled. "But I think that we'd better to go on that rock, it's like it's being raining", he looked up to sky.
Timon breathed. "It was raining on that evening when hyenas killed my father."
Pumbaa shot worriedly look at him. "I know, Timon."
"But it's ok now. Let's go", Timon smiled and started to walk to the little rock. "Better to be dry and warm than all wet."
"Yeah", Pumbaa nodded
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