The ground shook as the 'thing' rolled right over him, casting the earth
around him in shadow. Opening one eye slowly, Timon looked up to the belly
of the square-like creature that now hovered over him and stared confused
at the vines that seemed to course in and out all over. The loud rumbling
it was making suddenly stopped and it felt like Timon's ears were ringing
with the silence it had left.
Timon slowly climbed up from the ground, realizing that the thing wasn't going to do anything to him. He walked over to one of the four round boulders it sat on, it more than twice his size, and touched it. It felt like an elephant hide, only it was black and had ridges on it. Timon crooked an eyebrow in confusion, wondering what this new thing was.
Suddenly, the thing shifted and Timon gasped in surprise, diving behind the round, rubber thing. A large foot came down right next to him, the dirt crunching underneath its rubber soles, and Timon's breath quickened in fear when he heard them say something in a tongue he had never heard before.
Timon's wide eyes watched as the foot lowered to a knee and then a large face peered underneath. It was like something he had never seen before. It reminded him of Rafiki, only its entire face was pink and it had a patch of brown hair on top of its head. Scared by this, Timon gasped and bolted out from underneath the square thing, running as fast as he could across the sand.
Up ahead, he saw Pumbaa, who was trotting his way in alarm. "Timon, what is that?"
"Pumbaa! Run!" Timon shouted.
Just then, he heard a hiss and a pop, and Pumbaa snorted in surprise. Timon slowed his running a little when he watched, shocked, as his friend wobbled and then collapsed onto the ground.
"Pumbaa?" Timon whispered. He approached his friend and stopped beside him, reaching out hesitantly and touching the warthog with his paw. "Pumbaa? Are you...?"
Just then, he heard something behind him and he whipped around to see the tall and lean form of the creature. It loomed over him, blocking the sunlight and hindering Timon's ability to see its face. In fear, Timon shrunk back, but refused to run away from his friend. He had to protect him... somehow.
The large creature leaned down, and Timon dropped to all four and growled as best as he could. The attempt was pathetic, Timon knew, for the bony stranger just cocked its head to the side and stared at him. Timon's eyes darted away as he saw another one approaching, this one shorter and had longer hair. It said something to the first in a higher voice, gesturing to a stick with what looked like a thick spider web at the end of it. It held it up to the taller creature and the other took it.
Timon's eyes widened, but he had no time to move. The creature brought the stick down and caught Timon with the web-like fibers. He struggled, realizing that it was too strong to rip and the holes were too small to crawl through. His efforts were no use, and he felt himself being lifted up from the ground in it, held up to the two faces peering at him. Timon gasped and drew back, staring fearfully back.
Oh yeah, he was in trouble now...
Timon slowly climbed up from the ground, realizing that the thing wasn't going to do anything to him. He walked over to one of the four round boulders it sat on, it more than twice his size, and touched it. It felt like an elephant hide, only it was black and had ridges on it. Timon crooked an eyebrow in confusion, wondering what this new thing was.
Suddenly, the thing shifted and Timon gasped in surprise, diving behind the round, rubber thing. A large foot came down right next to him, the dirt crunching underneath its rubber soles, and Timon's breath quickened in fear when he heard them say something in a tongue he had never heard before.
Timon's wide eyes watched as the foot lowered to a knee and then a large face peered underneath. It was like something he had never seen before. It reminded him of Rafiki, only its entire face was pink and it had a patch of brown hair on top of its head. Scared by this, Timon gasped and bolted out from underneath the square thing, running as fast as he could across the sand.
Up ahead, he saw Pumbaa, who was trotting his way in alarm. "Timon, what is that?"
"Pumbaa! Run!" Timon shouted.
Just then, he heard a hiss and a pop, and Pumbaa snorted in surprise. Timon slowed his running a little when he watched, shocked, as his friend wobbled and then collapsed onto the ground.
"Pumbaa?" Timon whispered. He approached his friend and stopped beside him, reaching out hesitantly and touching the warthog with his paw. "Pumbaa? Are you...?"
Just then, he heard something behind him and he whipped around to see the tall and lean form of the creature. It loomed over him, blocking the sunlight and hindering Timon's ability to see its face. In fear, Timon shrunk back, but refused to run away from his friend. He had to protect him... somehow.
The large creature leaned down, and Timon dropped to all four and growled as best as he could. The attempt was pathetic, Timon knew, for the bony stranger just cocked its head to the side and stared at him. Timon's eyes darted away as he saw another one approaching, this one shorter and had longer hair. It said something to the first in a higher voice, gesturing to a stick with what looked like a thick spider web at the end of it. It held it up to the taller creature and the other took it.
Timon's eyes widened, but he had no time to move. The creature brought the stick down and caught Timon with the web-like fibers. He struggled, realizing that it was too strong to rip and the holes were too small to crawl through. His efforts were no use, and he felt himself being lifted up from the ground in it, held up to the two faces peering at him. Timon gasped and drew back, staring fearfully back.
Oh yeah, he was in trouble now...