"What do they want with me?" Timon asked carefully, looking away from his
friend to the ferret in the cage beside him. "Where am I? How did I get
here?"
"Which one do you want me to answer first?" she asked, crooking an eyebrow. "You ask a lot of questions."
Timon's eyes narrowed a little and he took a step towards her. "Just pick one."
She took a breath and then rattled, "I don't know what they want with you, I am not really sure where we are, and I didn't see how they brought you in."
Timon stared at her, miserably. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it—what was the use anyway? He ambled over to the corner of his imprisonment and sat in the wood chips with a loud sigh.
"Maybe they want you as a pet," she replied.
Timon looked over at her, furrowing his brow.
She gave a small shrug, slowly walking down her cage to stand closer to the corner in which he sat. She gripped the bars and pressed her face in between them, continuing, "We are in a tent in a really hot place. I don't know where... But I know we are in a tent. And when I first noticed you in the cage next to me, you were asleep. They must have poked you."
Timon was confused beyond belief. A pet? What was a pet? And what was a tent? Poked him? Timon's mouth opened and closed several times, debating what question to ask first. He finally went with, "What do you mean, they poked me?"
The ferret shrugged again. "The humans have a pointy thing. When they poke something with it, it goes to sleep."
With a bunched brow, Timon stared at her, wondering what kind of powers these humans possessed. With a quick intake of breath, Timon blurted, "Well I have some very powerful friends! They will come looking for us!"
"Humans are powerful too."
He looked away from her when he heard something, his eyes widening when one of the 'humans' appeared through a hole in the 'tent.' It was the one with the long hair, the one that was female. She immediately went for Pumbaa's cage, bending down to look at him. Timon leaped to his feet and ran for the side of the cage, watching like a hawk as she inspected the unmoving warthog.
Just then, the other human entered and the girl looked up at him, saying something that Timon couldn't understand. Questionably, Timon shot the ferret beside him a look, who was now standing where she could watch as well.
"What are they saying?" Timon asked her.
She blinked at him and then wrinkled her nose. "Are you kidding? I don't speak human."
Timon growled in frustration, turning his head back to watch eagerly as the girl human reached down and opened the door to Pumbaa's cage. Clenching his teeth together, Timon felt his heart sink as she touched him on his back and he didn't respond. Again, she turned to her companion and said something else, her face looking worried.
"Is he dead?" Timon asked again, shooting Chelsea a scared look.
She just gazed back at him with the same look, unable to answer his question.
"Which one do you want me to answer first?" she asked, crooking an eyebrow. "You ask a lot of questions."
Timon's eyes narrowed a little and he took a step towards her. "Just pick one."
She took a breath and then rattled, "I don't know what they want with you, I am not really sure where we are, and I didn't see how they brought you in."
Timon stared at her, miserably. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it—what was the use anyway? He ambled over to the corner of his imprisonment and sat in the wood chips with a loud sigh.
"Maybe they want you as a pet," she replied.
Timon looked over at her, furrowing his brow.
She gave a small shrug, slowly walking down her cage to stand closer to the corner in which he sat. She gripped the bars and pressed her face in between them, continuing, "We are in a tent in a really hot place. I don't know where... But I know we are in a tent. And when I first noticed you in the cage next to me, you were asleep. They must have poked you."
Timon was confused beyond belief. A pet? What was a pet? And what was a tent? Poked him? Timon's mouth opened and closed several times, debating what question to ask first. He finally went with, "What do you mean, they poked me?"
The ferret shrugged again. "The humans have a pointy thing. When they poke something with it, it goes to sleep."
With a bunched brow, Timon stared at her, wondering what kind of powers these humans possessed. With a quick intake of breath, Timon blurted, "Well I have some very powerful friends! They will come looking for us!"
"Humans are powerful too."
He looked away from her when he heard something, his eyes widening when one of the 'humans' appeared through a hole in the 'tent.' It was the one with the long hair, the one that was female. She immediately went for Pumbaa's cage, bending down to look at him. Timon leaped to his feet and ran for the side of the cage, watching like a hawk as she inspected the unmoving warthog.
Just then, the other human entered and the girl looked up at him, saying something that Timon couldn't understand. Questionably, Timon shot the ferret beside him a look, who was now standing where she could watch as well.
"What are they saying?" Timon asked her.
She blinked at him and then wrinkled her nose. "Are you kidding? I don't speak human."
Timon growled in frustration, turning his head back to watch eagerly as the girl human reached down and opened the door to Pumbaa's cage. Clenching his teeth together, Timon felt his heart sink as she touched him on his back and he didn't respond. Again, she turned to her companion and said something else, her face looking worried.
"Is he dead?" Timon asked again, shooting Chelsea a scared look.
She just gazed back at him with the same look, unable to answer his question.