“Mother ... mother ...!”
Surely that is Gobo and Faline. It must be them.
He runs quickly towards the voices and soon sees their red coats shining through between the leaves. Gobo and Faline. There they stand next to each other under a dogwood, looking forlorn and calling, “Mother ... mother ...!”
They’re glad that they can hear something rusting in the undergrowth, but they are disappointed when they see it is only Bambi. But they are a little bit glad to see him. And Bambi is glad that he is not quite so alone any more.
“My mother’s gone away somewhere,” says Bambi.
“Ours is gone too,” lamented Gobo.
They look at each other in their dismay.
“But where could they be?” asks Bambi, almost in tears.
“I don’t know,” sighs Gobo. His heart is beating fast and he is feeling quite miserable.
Suddenly, Faline says, “I think ... they’re with our fathers ...”