Ma and Y/N took Timon a little ways away from the digging spot, Ma just dusting her son off.

"Timon, this can't go on. Just this month, you've pulled down four walls and collapsed two tunnel exits," Ma pointed out, licked her hand, then continued while trying to smooth out his hair, "We have to look after each other. Our survival depends on it."

"What's the point? All we do is dig so we can hide, and hide so we can dig," Timon remarked as Ma got his hair to stay down.

Then it puffed out everywhere, making Y/N stifle a laugh. Timon gave her a small glare before she straightened up and he just smiled as he fixed his hair.

"T, believe me when I tell you this. I don't like living here any more than you do, but sometimes, we have to eat the grubs we've been served," Y/N tried to reason.

"Then I'm a picky eater. I want to be where we don't have to dig tunnels and live with our heads stuck in the sand. What's so bad about dreaming of a better home?" Timon said, moving some grass so he could look at the view before him.

"I want to show you something. Look, you two," Ma started, noticing they were looking at her, then continued as she got them to look out there and they smiled more, "Go on, look. Look out to the horizon, past the trees, over the grasslands. Everything the light touches...belongs to someone else."

Their faces fell a bit as he let go of the grass.

"Funny. I thought you were going a whole different direction with this," Timon pointed out.

"Same," Y/N added.

"What can I say? It's nature's design," Ma said.

Then Uncle Max popped out and exclaimed as he grabbed Timon, "She's right! We're food for other animals-a moveable feast, feared by no one and eaten by all!"

"But when they die, they become the grass and we eat the grass, right?" Timon asked.

"That does sound about right," Y/N agreed.

"Not exactly. We can't digest grass. We're grass intolerant," Max said.

"Okay, Max. Thank you. You've been a big help," Ma told him, taking Timon and Y/N away.

"Meerkat-it's what's for dinner," Max declared in front of them.

"Thank you, Uncle Max," Ma concluded, pointing ahead.

"Uhh," Max groaned then left.

"I think Uncle Max dislodged one too many rocks with his skull," Timon commented, making Y/N giggle.

"But he's right, Timon," Ma said, licked her hand, tried to smooth his hair out, squashed a bug, then used it to smooth his hair down while continuing, "I just know there's a way for you to fit in here."

After smoothing his hair down, one single hair stuck up, making Timon sigh.

"All right, who's on sentry duty?" Uncle Max called.

Ma gasped then declared, "That's it. That's it-my son on sentry duty. Timon the sentry."

She then brought them toward Max as they looked at each other.

"You think Uncle Max will go for it?" Timon asked her.

"Not really," Y/N answered while shaking her head.

"Good to know," he nodded.

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