Not only had it seemed he’d missed his breakfast but also been struck on the nose by it. And, boy, had they ever socked him good. Timon’s nose was practically throbbing. Still spread flat against the ground where he had landed, the meerkat carefully reached to sooth his tender nose. Immediately, he winced and pulled away. Just what the heck was that thing? It hadn’t somehow stung him, had it? Was it poisonous? A moan escaped as he looked up, holding his nose.

“Ow,” he drew on with a long whine. “What did you have to go and do that for? I never hurt nobody. Oh- ouch!” Timon winced again and raised his nose for the… girl to see. He still could not tell what had hit him, other than that it was female and that explained a lot more than one would think. “Oh, my nose s’not bleedin’, is it?” he asked through a sniffle, worry ever evident in his voice. “I’m- I’m starting to feel faint. Everything is going dark.”