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 Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 8:15 am
"Jackpot!" Timon exclaimed, clapping his hands together and rubbing them eagerly. He leapt off Pumbaa's head, scrunching himself under the log and scooting a giant pile of bugs out from underneath it. After adding as much as he could to the pile, he leapt onto the log, placing his hands on Pumbaa's snout as he thought up an idea.
"Why don't you set down the log upside down? We can get extra bugs from inside the bottom!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2004 8:00 am
With a snort, he heafted hismelf forward, onward to the log of buggy goodness. Tossing his head, he opened his mouth toi sing once again. "Buggie-Duggie... Gonnnnnnaaaa-aaaa. EReeeeeeaaatt-at the Bugggg-gggie-ies!" He joyfully sang, dancing ilghtly on his small hoooved feet, with a start, he began to run. With a grutn, the log was hoisted up in the air with ease, while pushing, he flipped the log over and began to deviour the spoils."
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2004 2:20 pm
Timon snorted in approval, snatching a juicy cockroach out of Pumbaa's path and devouring it quickly. He then set about scoffing the pile of bugs that he had cleaned out earlier, leaving a small portion for Pumbaa to eat, if he so desired.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2004 6:50 am
Pumbaa sensed Timons rapid eating had somethign to do with the time of the day, or something. He quietly began to devour bugs at a leisurly pace, savoirng each flavor, each taste. As the supply dwindled, he liftedh is head sleepily, scooping up anouther morsel with a grunt. He wasn't much for eating, a real rarity at that. He sat back, watching the meerkat nibbling away.
Tum. Tum.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 7:02 pm
Timon looked up from his last bug, his brow furrowed. He popped the worm into his mouth, gulping loudly as he finished, then he leapt onto Pumbaa's head.
"What do we do now?" Timon asked boredly. Never, in his entire life, had he been bored. And suddenly, that unfamiliar feeling was washing over him. Boredom. Blah.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 7:27 pm
Pumbaa was himself, rather bored as well. He was rather relieved that Timon was too. He bucked his head slightly upon the tiny weight being added to his cranium. He stood from the log, his eyes wandering the area. He loved this place, but why was it boring today?
"Wanna go for a walk? Maybe for a swim?" He suggested, turning his head upwards, as if to sight Timon. His eyes were dull.
"We... could.... Wanna travel for a while?" He added with a bit more intrest.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 7:35 am
"Yeah! Let's take a walk around the Jungle! We haven't explored near the waterfall for a while." Timon grinned, grabbing onto Pumbaa's ears as he seated himself. "I wonder if that old willow's still there? Last time I saw it, it had almost fallen over from that storm!" And the meercat proceeded to recount to his friend the fury of that storm, although Pumbaa had been there as well. Ahh well. Timon loved to talk.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 10:21 am
Pumbaa snorted, tossin his head in enthusiam again. His tail, once limp was now up right and excited in stature. "Yeah, that was a scarey storm-" Pumbaa had started to say, but since Timon was retelling the storms entire contents. He simply smiled, jogging with the usual 'grunt grunt' he made when he was running. He bucked his head every once and a while, as they neared the place where the willow had fallen. Sure enough, it was there.
"Lookit that Timon!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 10:37 am
"So it DID fall!" Timon paused his retelling of the storm to oogle the giant willow. "Poor thing... It's been here for a while, y'know? But hey, look!" The excited meercat jumped off Pumbaa's head, then fingered one of the long, whip-like branches, which had a small bud on the end. "It's still alive!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 10:57 am
Pumbaa gaved up at his forehead before looking over to the fallen tree. He smiled, watching Timon fall from his head to the ground and wander over to the tree.
"Is she? Aww poor thing. She wasn't very old." He said, some what saddened at the sight of the tree's fallen form. He walked up to it, looking carefully at it. "Poor dear." He added.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 11:04 am
"The roots are still intact on one side." Timon mused as he peered closer at the tree, then bounced over to the giant wad of roots, grinning as his theory proved to be correct. "See? They're still in the ground. Part of 'er's holding on."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 6:13 pm
Pumbaa sniffed delicatly at the bark of the willow, his beady eyes studying it carefully. Lifting his head up, he followed the best he could, Timon.
"She really wanted to live Timon. She wasn't old at all either. Poor girl. How long you think she will stay alive on her side?" He asked his all knowing friend, looking down at him with a grin. "I pity her, you know. Her kind lives for years and years, reaching higher and higher into the sky, only to meet untimely end." He added, biting his lip.
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 6:46 pm
"She'll prolly stay alive for a few more months..." Timon mumbled, sadly running his paws over the rough willow bark. "I bet if a bunch of us got together, we could pull her back into position, but there's hardly anyone else like us in the Jungle, y'know? She'll make a good resting place for someone one day."
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 7:03 pm
Pumbaa nodded sadly, sitting down near the roots. He gazed at the tree. 'Too bad. Its a shame to be cut down in her prime. Even Timon is feeling sorry and sad for this willow!' He thought, his ears sagging. His ears perked up at Timon's idea, looking around to see if by chance any one was around. Then, reminded of their meager existance, he nodded.
"Yah, it really isn't very populated here... But Its quant.. and just what we wanted! Right?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2004 7:13 pm
"Exactly what we wanted!" Timon flashed Pumbaa a grin, then strode over to his friend's side, patting the warthog's shoulder fondly. "Because we're alone, we can look over the tree ourself, and not worry about everyone else coming to ruin it. I bet, if we even took one of the living branches, or part of the living roots, we could bury it somewhere else and make a whole new willow!" Yes, Timon felt bad for the tree... He didn't know why, but maybe it was just a temporary cure for his boredom. Or something like that.
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