In horror, Timon watched as the rock shifted under her foot and went
tumbling down the slope straight for his friend. "No!" the meerkat
exclaimed, lunging toward the evil warthog in alarm, pulling the vine with
him.
Nuni's gleeful face slowly dropped to horror as well when the very earth fell out from underneath her. She wasn't aware she had been so close to the edge and now there was nothing stopping her as she slid down the slope herself.
Timon leaned over the edge, his wide eyes watching terror-stricken as rocks pelted his friend and causing his balance to hobble. Pumbaa managed to keep his position on the limb through the shower of stones, but he couldn't pull through Nuni's weight landing on him. He was knocked from his perch and both warthogs fell, straight for the rocks below.
"Pumbaa!" Timon shouted.
Pumbaa felt the air wheezing by him, his ears flapping in the wind. He kicked his legs uselessly, knowing there wasn't anything between him and the ground that could save him.
Until... he saw the vine drop down.
Instinctively, he chomped at it, catching himself by his teeth and jerking his fall painfully to a stop. Pumbaa grunted and dangled a little bit, looking down to realize the ground was only a small foot away.
It had been cut very close.
Looking up, he saw Timon leaning over the edge, and when the small meerkat noticed he was safe, he threw his arms up and cheered.
Letting go, Pumbaa fell to his hooves and immediately turned his head away from the scene. He couldn't bear the sight of the two very still bodies and quickly trotted over to the grassy, steep path that was on the far side that wound up the cliff.
He was panting by time he made it to the top, but wasn't upset when the last of his breath was taken by Timon tackling him into a squeezing hug.
"Oh, you're alive!" Timon exclaimed joyfully. He grinned ear to ear and took a step back, allowing his friend to stand up.
Instead of replying, Pumbaa turned and leaned over the edge of the cliff, his face deepened with a frown. Timon, reading the expression, saddened up as well.
"I'm sorry, buddy," Timon whispered.
"Will we ever find something genuine, Timon?"
The meerkat blinked at the question, slightly surprised by it. Sighing, Timon took a step towards his friend and patted his leg comfortingly. "I'm not sure about the female category, but I know what we have is genuine. We have a friendship that no one can beat."
Pulling his eyes away from the gruesome scene, Pumbaa smiled a little at the meerkat beside him. "You're right, Timon."
"Pssh, what are you talking about? I'm always right," Timon said playfully, flashing a grin. "C'mon, Pumbaa. There's nothing here for us."
"Right behind ya," Pumbaa announced, giving the cliff one last look before following after his friend.
It was hakuna matata once again.
The End.
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Nuni's gleeful face slowly dropped to horror as well when the very earth fell out from underneath her. She wasn't aware she had been so close to the edge and now there was nothing stopping her as she slid down the slope herself.
Timon leaned over the edge, his wide eyes watching terror-stricken as rocks pelted his friend and causing his balance to hobble. Pumbaa managed to keep his position on the limb through the shower of stones, but he couldn't pull through Nuni's weight landing on him. He was knocked from his perch and both warthogs fell, straight for the rocks below.
"Pumbaa!" Timon shouted.
Pumbaa felt the air wheezing by him, his ears flapping in the wind. He kicked his legs uselessly, knowing there wasn't anything between him and the ground that could save him.
Until... he saw the vine drop down.
Instinctively, he chomped at it, catching himself by his teeth and jerking his fall painfully to a stop. Pumbaa grunted and dangled a little bit, looking down to realize the ground was only a small foot away.
It had been cut very close.
Looking up, he saw Timon leaning over the edge, and when the small meerkat noticed he was safe, he threw his arms up and cheered.
Letting go, Pumbaa fell to his hooves and immediately turned his head away from the scene. He couldn't bear the sight of the two very still bodies and quickly trotted over to the grassy, steep path that was on the far side that wound up the cliff.
He was panting by time he made it to the top, but wasn't upset when the last of his breath was taken by Timon tackling him into a squeezing hug.
"Oh, you're alive!" Timon exclaimed joyfully. He grinned ear to ear and took a step back, allowing his friend to stand up.
Instead of replying, Pumbaa turned and leaned over the edge of the cliff, his face deepened with a frown. Timon, reading the expression, saddened up as well.
"I'm sorry, buddy," Timon whispered.
"Will we ever find something genuine, Timon?"
The meerkat blinked at the question, slightly surprised by it. Sighing, Timon took a step towards his friend and patted his leg comfortingly. "I'm not sure about the female category, but I know what we have is genuine. We have a friendship that no one can beat."
Pulling his eyes away from the gruesome scene, Pumbaa smiled a little at the meerkat beside him. "You're right, Timon."
"Pssh, what are you talking about? I'm always right," Timon said playfully, flashing a grin. "C'mon, Pumbaa. There's nothing here for us."
"Right behind ya," Pumbaa announced, giving the cliff one last look before following after his friend.
It was hakuna matata once again.
The End.
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