Lambert and Dumbo sat next to each other in the woods; neither one sure what to do. Lambert absently unsheathed his claws, drawing in the dirt. He shook the dirt off his claws, looking at Dumbo. He brightened, getting an idea. He traced letters in the dirt, spelling something: L-A-M-B-E-R-T. He pointed to the name, then pointed to himself.
Dumbo grinned, nodding at his newfound friend. He went to unsheathe his own claws, only to smile in embarrassment; he was an elephant. He didn't have any claws. He looked at Lambert sadly.
Lambert looked around, then stood up, heading for a nearby tree. He started a little as something gently grabbed his tail, then smiled when he looked back, realizing the grey creature had taken hold of it and was walking behind him. He continued walking toward the tree, then stopped, noticing a low hanging branch. With one swipe of his claw, he cut the branch off the tree. He turned around carefully, waiting for the grey creature to let go of his tail. When he did, Lambert handed him the branch, smiling triumphantly.
The grey creature looked at the branch curiously, holding it at trunk's length. Lambert tapped him gently on the shoulder, motioning to the ground. He unsheathed his claw again, tracing a pattern in the dirt. He pointed to the branch, pointed to his claw, then pointed to what he had drawn on the ground.
The grey creature's eyes brightened. Holding the stick in his trunk, he spelled something in the dirt: D-U-M-B-O. He grinned, pleased with himself.
Lambert grinned, happy to have taught his new friend something. He looked around, then turned, waiting as Dumbo gently grabbed his tail. With Dumbo in tow, he headed off to explore more of the woods.
"Okay, where could he have gone? Dumbo…where are you? Duuummboo…" Timothy leapt from branch to branch, surveying the woods below him. He stopped, hearing a rustling on the ground. "Dumbo?" He scampered down the branches, looking around; his eyes landing on a fluffy, white looking creature whose knees shook in fright. "A sheep?" Timothy scratched his head. "What the heck is a sheep doing in the woods?" He scampered down the branches to the ground, cautiously walking up to the sheep. "Uh, excuse me…"
The sheep jumped a foot into the air, scampering behind a tree. "Ooo…guess I overdid it." Timothy peeked around the tree. "Hi there. Um…my name's Timothy. Sorry I scared you. I'm looking for a friend of mine; have you seen him? Big, grey, huge floppy ears?" The sheep sadly shook her head, her knees wobbling underneath her. "Well, okay; guess I'll be going then." He turned to walk away, then turned around. "Say…are you lost?" The sheep just stared at him. Timothy scratched his head in confusion. "Are you looking for something?" That got a response; the sheep nodded vigorously. Timothy smiled. "Well…what are you looking for? Maybe I can help you find it."
"Laaammmbert."
Timothy scratched his head. "What's a Lambert?" He looked at the sheep. "Well, no matter; we'll find it. Hold still please." The sheep watched nervously as Timothy climbed on top of her. He settled onto her head. "Hey, it's nice and soft up here; very cozy." He looked around. "Let's go. Oh…mind if I call you Miss. Sheep?" The sheep shook her head violently. "No? How about Mrs. Sheep?" Timothy tried, then hung on tight as the sheep nodded, almost dislodging him. "Whoa. Calm down; I almost fell off. Well…are you okay if we look together? There's safety in numbers." The sheep nodded, then trotted off, wondering about this pesky, yet friendly intruder who was now sitting on top of her head.
