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The strong wind come down and led Timon in to the air.
"Woa hoa!" Timon yelled. "Help!"
"Timon?" Pumbaa turned to look his friend. "Come down."
"I could if i..", Timon sighed as he turned to look over his shoulder. "Help me down!"
"And why so?" the warthog joked.
"Don't be silly, Pumbaa!" Timon yelled out. "It's ..!" he said before he crash into tree trunk.
"Timon!" Pumbaa yelled as Timon fallen down on the grass.
"Oy..", Timon waved his paws over his head and closed his eyes. "I feel dizzy…"
"I know how you feel, Timon", Pumbaa started. "But wake up now."
But when there was nothing, Pumbaa pokes his friend with his tusk. "Timon? Are you ok?"
"No", meerkat snorted.
"You got big hit, my friend," Pumbaa replied. "Can you get up?"
"Yeah I can", Timon answer to him and opened his eyes and sighed. "Just", he said as he started to rise on his feet. Or try to.
"O..y..!" he yelled as he fall down again. "Well, maybe I'm.."
"Yeah, I think that you are hurt, Timon", Pumbaa sighed. "Relax, buddy,
Timon closed his eyes and murmured something.
"Timon?" he hear Pumbaa's voice. "Do you hear me?"
And as faster his mind went empty and then all over him was all dark.
"Cold", meerkat murmured again.
"Timon?" Pumbaa call his friend. "Where you go?"
"Here, I'm here", Timon whispered. "I..i feel terrible, now, buddy, don't wake me up."
Pumbaa rolled his eyes. "I see, Timon. I'm so sorry."
"No, this is not your fault, I just want to lie here for a while", Timon replied taking a deep breath.
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