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Lebo M :: Timon's Traveling Music |
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What's the oddest gift I've ever been given?
Ummm, geeeee, lemme think about it here.
*sits down on his leaf-hammock and scratches his head*
Well, geez. Hang on.
*hops out and goes over to a hollow log, rooting around in it*
Lessee. What've I got in here ... there's that half an empty gourd from the Strange Yet Wise Monkey ... but it makes a good bowl for bug soup. Simba gave me a really neat swirly rock he found once, back when he was only marginally bigger than Pumbaa ... there's that scarf Ma made me out of prairie grass ... the helmet Uncle Max made for me out of wood ... we don't know why. He's paranoid. Good ol' Uncle Max.
Um.
I would have to say it was the hammock that Pumbaa tried to make for me outta a banana peel. Good idea, bad in practice. *nod* Had to throw that one away.
.... we done here?
Good. Nap time.
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[07 Apr 2004|12:32am] |
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Got these from my pretty - yet odd, and prone to scaring the heck outta me - new pal ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) phoenix_rising_!
1) How'd you meet Pumbaa?
Now there's a funny story. Kinda. Sorta. Maybe. I'd just left the colony, put my past behind me, when I ran into the Strange But Wise Omniscient Monkey (ya know, Rafiki?) and he told me what I was lookin' for was hakuna matata. And to find it, I'd hafta look "beyonnnnnnd what I seeee." So there I was out in th' grasslands, lookin' beyond what I saw, when all of a sudden I get the feelin' something's followin' me. And it was this big, scary, creepy HUGE thing, an' I started running .... turns out it was just Pumbaa. Th' big lug saw me out walkin' all by myself and didn't think I shoulda been alone. Aw. An' since he was alone, and had that GREAT secret weapon of his - which apparently ain't so secret no more - we decided to form an acquaintanceship.
... Course, after all we went through lookin' beyond what we saw, it was kinda hard NOT to become Bestest Best Friends. So there ya go. Pumbaa!
2) What's your favorite food?
BUGS!!!! The little cream-filled kind. Oooh. You know. They're blue, with eight legs, and they're squishy. .... AW MAN! Now I want some! .... Scuse me. *scampers off, and returns about five minutes later with bark flakes stuck in his fur and an armload of blue beetles - and a full mouth* Mmmrh. Frrh wmm gh. *swallows* OKAY! Next question!
3) What kind of flower do you like best?
Oh geez. *thinks* I dunno. I like red ones. *shrugs* But not the kind that make you itchy.
4) If you could have any one thing in the world, what would it be?
Any one thing, huh? Hmmm!! *thinks* How about ... one'a those little machines I keep seeing stuff for on TV, for kids. The ones that make bugs. MAN. I want a bug-maker. That'd be so cool. You wouldn't even have to pull up a log. Just turn the machine on, and BAM! Bugs!
5) What's your favorite place to be?
Wherever my friends are. Yeah, yeah, I know, I need fillings just thinkin' about it, too. But it's the truth. Friends -are- hakuna matata. Without 'em ... even paradise is a bummer.
( OOC and Interview Rules )
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Okay. Lemme get this straight.
First you ask me what I want on a TOMBSTONE, now you want me to give up a SENSE? Whaaaat, do you have some THING about making people think about -miserable- stuff?? Geez!
Ok, ok, ok, lemme think.
Uy.
Ehhhh... I don' KNOW. *flail* I'd hate to lose taste. Cuz here in the jungle, there're just so many different bugs and slugs and things to pick from. Crunchy ones, squishy ones, squirmy ones - I don't really care for those, nutty ones, and my personal favorites, the little cream-filled kind.
... Then again, back at the burrows, all we really had were these really gross termites that tasted like dirt, and the occasional worms ... which also tasted like dirt ... so losing taste would be kinda like bein' back home. Ehh ...
Touch? Ehhh, I could take it or leave it.
Smell? HA! It's practically gone already, my bestest best friend's a WARTHOG, for cryin' out loud. C'mon, ya gotta do better than that!
I could go without hearing - I guess. Wouldn't miss Pumbaa's sour notes ... but I'd miss hearin' myself sing, though. Music be the food of life an' all. I think some weird old bald guy said that once.
Sight, though. That'd be bad. Cuz I like it here in the jungle. I like all the colors - the birdfeathers and the flowers and the way the sun hits the water and the way it looks when it goes down through the trees and the colors on some of the bugs' backs and the fireflies stuck in the big bluish black thing and... and and and!
It's just so pretty here. I spent most of my life so far underground. I wouldn' wanna spend the rest of it in the dark! EeeeeeYUCH!
But hey, I'm not losin' these peepers anytime soon. Hakuna matata.
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What do I daydream about? What don't I daydream about?! And what don't I daydream about that I can't do, anyway, here in my jungle? Seriously?
I've got all I need, right here.
So ... basically I daydream about doing something fun, while I'm doing something ELSE fun.
Pretty cushy, huh?
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WhaddoIwant on my WHAT????
Aw GEEZ!!!!! We go from laughter to **this**?
Uy... *sigh* I dunno, this is more my Uncle Max's thing, but... How 'bout this:
The Great Timon
Meerkat of Meerkats
Gone to the Big Hakuna Matata.
Whoever's Eatin' This Grass ... Yer Welcome.
Or somethin' like that. Long as people don' worry, ya know? I'd want em' to remember the good stuff. ... An' besides, there's that whole circle thing Simba's always talkin' about. Helpin' somebody else even after we're dead or somethin'. He says the kings of the past are watchin' us from the stars ...
Anyone think there's a spot for meerkats too? I wouldn' mind livin' on one of those sparkly things. It'd be shiny. It'd just need to have bugs. Yep!
Muse: Timon
Fandom: The Lion King Trilogy
Word Count: 129
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Lebo M :: Kube |
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WHEW!
Finally, this thing looks good!! Took enough hunting. I haven't had to look that hard since Pumbaa and I had that scavenger hunt to find out how many different kindsa bugs there were around here. ... I think we lost count. Ah well -good to know there's a little variety on the ol' menu ... and on this journal too!
Time to celebrate by kicking back, and doing NOTHING.
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WOW.
Lookit this thing! All buttons and colors and places to TYPE STUFF.
I knowwwww what I want it to look like.
I just dunno how to GET IT THAT WAY! GAH!
... Ok ok ok, think, Timon, think.
You can do this.
... AFTER lunch, maybe. Eheh heh heh.
... now where'd that beetle go.
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