Regardless of the spell Urd had placed on the cabinets latch, Timon could not figure out how open the cabinet the following morning for the life of him. His strategy was to pull on the doors and when that didn’t work he simply tried again. There were many strange yet fascinating smells coming from behind the door. He couldn’t help but wonder what they were. The doors, however, put up a good fight against the meerkat and did their job well at keeping him away from the content behind them. Unfortunately, they did nothing to protect the items that which Urd had left unwisely on the table nearby.
Setting sights on his new target, the meerkat carefully climbed down and onto the large table Urd had specifically instructed he leave untouched. He glanced at the door, checking for any signs of her return before he walked across it, observing the tools curiously with his eyes. Nothing looked particularly exciting, though all a bit strange. Timon couldn’t begin to imagine what half the items could be used for, never mind why the goddess had asked him to keep away from them. He scratched his head and eyed the beakers currently sitting in front of him.
Urd never said anything about smelling anything either, did she? Timon glanced at the door again before he carefully leaned forward and brought his nose above the beaker. Immediately he regretted the decision, the odour it contained absolutely repulsive! He leapt back in a fit of coughs, in the process accidently spilling some of the beakers content onto the table.
Oops.
He stared at the spot on the table worriedly. She wouldn’t notice that, would she? It was so small, unless he was looking for it, even he would fail to notice it. Timon bit his lip. She probably would be looking for it. Maybe he could cover it with something? He stepped back to observe the rest of the table better, in the process bumped into another beaker. This time not just a little of the content spilt but the entire beaker itself. Timon watched as another beaker behind it fell over, as well as the one behind that one, and the one behind that, and the one behind that. He tried to stop the domino effect he had begun but in the process only seemed to cause a greater mess. In the end he managed to somehow knock over everything that had been on the table.
The meerkat stared at the mess before him in horror. If Urd wasn’t already on her way to her room she definitely was now. He looked around the room, deciding it was best to make his escape once he caught sight of the window. Timon shook what he could off his coat but the trail of paw prints that led across the floor the window unfortunately led straight to him.
Urd was going to be absolutely furious when she saw this. It was something he would greatly prefer not to be there for.
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Setting sights on his new target, the meerkat carefully climbed down and onto the large table Urd had specifically instructed he leave untouched. He glanced at the door, checking for any signs of her return before he walked across it, observing the tools curiously with his eyes. Nothing looked particularly exciting, though all a bit strange. Timon couldn’t begin to imagine what half the items could be used for, never mind why the goddess had asked him to keep away from them. He scratched his head and eyed the beakers currently sitting in front of him.
Urd never said anything about smelling anything either, did she? Timon glanced at the door again before he carefully leaned forward and brought his nose above the beaker. Immediately he regretted the decision, the odour it contained absolutely repulsive! He leapt back in a fit of coughs, in the process accidently spilling some of the beakers content onto the table.
Oops.
He stared at the spot on the table worriedly. She wouldn’t notice that, would she? It was so small, unless he was looking for it, even he would fail to notice it. Timon bit his lip. She probably would be looking for it. Maybe he could cover it with something? He stepped back to observe the rest of the table better, in the process bumped into another beaker. This time not just a little of the content spilt but the entire beaker itself. Timon watched as another beaker behind it fell over, as well as the one behind that one, and the one behind that, and the one behind that. He tried to stop the domino effect he had begun but in the process only seemed to cause a greater mess. In the end he managed to somehow knock over everything that had been on the table.
The meerkat stared at the mess before him in horror. If Urd wasn’t already on her way to her room she definitely was now. He looked around the room, deciding it was best to make his escape once he caught sight of the window. Timon shook what he could off his coat but the trail of paw prints that led across the floor the window unfortunately led straight to him.
Urd was going to be absolutely furious when she saw this. It was something he would greatly prefer not to be there for.