“He’s no more almighty than He is responsible for all,” the elder complained.
Bambi was disheartened. “... But what about Gobo ... He was good to Gobo ...”
The elder stopped where he was. “Do you really think he was, Bambi?” he asked sadly. This was the first time that the elder had addressed him by his name.
“I don’t know!” declared Bambi in anguish. “I just don’t understand it!”
The elder replied slowly, “If we are to live we need to learn ... and to be vigilant.”
[CHAPTER] 22
One morning, something very bad happened to Bambi.
The feeble grey of dawn was creeping its way through the forest. A milky-white mist rose from the meadow and the quiet that breathes the change in the time of day stretched itself out everywhere.
The crows were still not awake, nor the magpies, and even the jay was asleep.
Bambi had come across Faline in the night. She looked sadly at him and was very shy.