“There, wasn’t I right?” asked Ronno. “You can see that there’s something going on!”
“What are we to do?” whispered Bambi’s mother uneasily.
“Get away from here, now!” insisted Auntie Ena in alarm.
“Wait!” commanded Ronno.
“Wait? With all the children here?” Auntie Ena contradicted him. “When Gobo won’t be able to run?”
“Alright then,” Ronno conceded “You get away from here with your children. I don’t see any point in it, of course, but I don’t want to have you blaming me for it later.”
He was serious and decisive.
“Gobo, Faline, come this way! Not too fast! Go slowly! Stay behind me,” Auntie Ena admonished them. She, with her children, slipped away.
A time went by. They stood still, listening and smelling the air.
“That’s all we need,” Mrs. Nettla began. “We’ve got to put up with all of this and now, this is all we need!” She was very cross. Bambi looked at her and felt that she was thinking of something dreadful.