Tay talked too much, all about himself, but that did not stop Timon and Pumbaa from getting to sleep at a good hour.
The place where Tay led them was too small for both of them, since no one had informed the colony that Timon's best friend was not another meerkat but a warthog several times the size of the offered den, so the two friends opted for walking to his old bed: a niche formed from the roots of a tree and lined with leaves to cushion it.
It took them a few extra minutes to get to the alcove, but it was comforting to see that place again. It was like traveling back in time, to a time when it was just them and their two little lion cubs. Life was so simple then...
They were so tired that with only glances they made it clear to each other that they should give the alcove a shake before sleeping. While Pumbaa got rid of the dust and dry leaves, Timon went in search of fresh grass.
It was a relief to both of them that the place was far enough from the colony that the meerkats' hustle and bustle was lost in the thick jungle. All they asked for was a few hours of peace.
Pumbaa still had many questions to ask his friend. As soon as they set foot in the place, he detected something strange in him, much more strange than he already expected. And that worried Pumbaa.
Was this Tay who had accompanied them the same Tay from his friend's stories? Who were the meerkats that had received them? Would Tesma be at the party tomorrow? And if so, how would Timon react?
The warthog wished he could be of help... but he could not do much if the meerkat did not want his help.
He cleaned the alcove in silence, waiting for Timon to return to the conversation they had had that morning. But such a thing never happened. Still with some hope, Pumbaa killed time by also cleaning the surroundings of the niche, pretending to look for something among the nearby plants and taking a thousand positions on the bed arguing that he could not find a dresser.
In the end, Timon's frown, his arms crossed over his chest and that impatient drumming of his right paw made him understand that there would be no talks tonight.
Pumbaa finally found the right way to accommodate his body among the roots. And when he was about to speak to broach the subject, Timon jumped on top of him and lay down with his back to him.
"Good night," said the meerkat once curled up on his partner's stomach.
Pumbaa hesitated for a moment if he should speak. He was aware of how Timon must be having a good time, would it be a good idea to insist on talking about it? They were about to go to sleep, and surely the next day there would be no time for anything.
But they were so tired...
"Dream of bedbugs tonight" he answered at last.
And those were the last words they crossed in the night.
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Once Upon a Timon - ENGLISH
Fanfic(Based on the Disney movie, The Lion King) The insistence of a group of meerkats forces Timon and Pumbaa to return to the Hakuna Matata jungle for a few days, but Timon is notexactly thrilled to see his colony again. Or more specifically, to see aga...
