“Yes, that’s what happens now and again,” Ena explained. “But you do know, my dear, I’ve had many children before.”
“Bambi is my first,” said his mother.
“Well, you see,” Ena reassured her, “it might be different for you too the next time.”
The children were still standing there and watching each other. None of them said a word. Faline suddenly jumped and dashed away. The whole thing had become too boring for her.
In an instant, Bambi ran after her, and Gobo did the same. The rushed around in semi-circles, they turned round as quick as a flash, they tumbled over each other, they chased each other up and down. It was wonderful fun. When they suddenly stopped, a little short of breath, they were all good friends with each other. They began to talk.
Bambi told them about how he had spoken with the good little grasshopper and the whiting.
“Have you been talking with the shiny beetle too?” asked Faline.”
No, Bambi had never spoken with the shiny beetle. He did not know him at all, he did not know who it might be.
“I often talk with him,” Faline explained, slightly boastfully.
“I was told off by the jay,” said Bambi.