Pumbaa stared wretchedly at the ground, reliving the events of the day
through his head over and over again. He felt horrible. He desperately
wanted to apologize, yet he was still very angry.
"Who am I kidding?" Pumbaa said out loud, jumping to his feet. "Timon is my best friend!"
"There you are, my Pumbaa-Wumbaa," a voice said from behind him and the warthog spun around to see Nuni approaching, batting her eyes. "Where are you off to?"
"I was going to find Timon," Pumbaa answered. "I wanted to tell him I'm sorry."
"Shouldn't he be the one that's sorry?" she asked, taking a seat next to him. "But, regardless—he already left."
Pumbaa's face dropped. "What?"
"Yeah," she said with a shrug. "I saw him by the water. He was still really mad and told me that he didn't want to talk to you ever again." Pumbaa flinched and looked away, and she nuzzled him with her nose sympathetically. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Just... some things have to have an end."
"I never thought we would..."
"Face it. He is too selfish, too self-centered to be your friend for long." She placed her hoof on top of his, giving him a smile. "You'll be better off without him."
"No!" Pumbaa exclaimed. "I'm nothing without him! He's the brains and I'm the heart." Shaking his head, Pumbaa stared at the ground, suddenly angry with himself for letting things get so out of control. "What's a body without a brain?"
"Pumbaa... you heard what he said. He thinks ill of you! He always has! You are going to forget all that and forgive him?"
"Timon is my friend."
"Friends don't desert each other! He is gone, Pumbaa! And he is not coming back."
"You don't know Timon. He will come back."
"No he won't!" she snarled, suddenly too angry to think. "He can't!"
There was a lengthy pause as Pumbaa blinked in confusion, trying to understand what she meant. Cocking his head, he asked, "Why not?"
Nuni just stared at him, realizing her mistake.
Author's Note: Yes... I know, it's short... But, I didn't want to leave Timon the only one hanging... *Tips head back and laughs* Mwahahahahahaha!
"Who am I kidding?" Pumbaa said out loud, jumping to his feet. "Timon is my best friend!"
"There you are, my Pumbaa-Wumbaa," a voice said from behind him and the warthog spun around to see Nuni approaching, batting her eyes. "Where are you off to?"
"I was going to find Timon," Pumbaa answered. "I wanted to tell him I'm sorry."
"Shouldn't he be the one that's sorry?" she asked, taking a seat next to him. "But, regardless—he already left."
Pumbaa's face dropped. "What?"
"Yeah," she said with a shrug. "I saw him by the water. He was still really mad and told me that he didn't want to talk to you ever again." Pumbaa flinched and looked away, and she nuzzled him with her nose sympathetically. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Just... some things have to have an end."
"I never thought we would..."
"Face it. He is too selfish, too self-centered to be your friend for long." She placed her hoof on top of his, giving him a smile. "You'll be better off without him."
"No!" Pumbaa exclaimed. "I'm nothing without him! He's the brains and I'm the heart." Shaking his head, Pumbaa stared at the ground, suddenly angry with himself for letting things get so out of control. "What's a body without a brain?"
"Pumbaa... you heard what he said. He thinks ill of you! He always has! You are going to forget all that and forgive him?"
"Timon is my friend."
"Friends don't desert each other! He is gone, Pumbaa! And he is not coming back."
"You don't know Timon. He will come back."
"No he won't!" she snarled, suddenly too angry to think. "He can't!"
There was a lengthy pause as Pumbaa blinked in confusion, trying to understand what she meant. Cocking his head, he asked, "Why not?"
Nuni just stared at him, realizing her mistake.
Author's Note: Yes... I know, it's short... But, I didn't want to leave Timon the only one hanging... *Tips head back and laughs* Mwahahahahahaha!