They start talking about Gobo. Bambi told them about how he had found him, and that made them so sad that they began to cry. But Mrs. Nettla wouldn’t allow them to cry. “You’ve got to see that the most important thing now is to find something to eat. It’s unheard of! We haven’t had a bite to eat all day.” She led the two of them to a place where there was still some greenery, hanging low and still not quite dried out. Mrs. Nettla was exceptionally well-informed. She did not touch anything herself but urged Bambi and Faline to take a good meal. At places where she knew there was grass she pushed the snow aside and ordered them, “Here ... here is a good place,” or she would say, “Wait ... we can soon find something better than this.” But between giving this advice she would grumble, “This is so stupid! Children are so much trouble!”
Suddenly they saw Auntie Ena coming and they ran up to her. “Auntie Ena!” Bambi exclaimed. He was the first to have seen her. Faline was beside herself with joy and jumped up to her. “Mother!” But Ena was crying, and she was dead tired.
“We’ve lost Gobo,” she lamented. “I’ve been looking for him ... I’ve been to his sleeping place, out there in the snow where he collapsed ... it was empty ... he’s gone ... my poor little Gobo ...”
Mrs. Nettla grumbled, “You’d do better to try to find out which way he went, that would be more sensible than crying.”
“There are no tracks to show which way he went,” said Auntie Ena.
“But ... He! ... He left lots of tracks ... He was there where Gobo was sleeping ...”
They were all silent. Then Bambi asked timidly, “Auntie Ena ... have you seen my mother?”
“No,” replied Auntie Ena, quietly.
Bambi was never to see his mother again.