“Of course I can still recognize you!” Bambi exclaimed. “We grew up together, didn’t we?”
Faline sighed. “It’s been so long since we saw each other.” And then she added, “People can become complete strangers to each other,” but she said it in a teasing way, simple and elegant, like she had used to do.
They remained together, where they were.
“This path here,” said Bambi after a long pause, “this is the path I used to go along with my mother when I was a child...”
“It leads to the meadow,” said Faline.
“It was on the meadow that I first saw you,” said Bambi, almost gaily. “Do you remember?”
“Yes,” Faline answered, “me and Gobo.” She sighed gently. “Poor Gobo.”
Bambi repeated her. “Poor Gobo.”
Then they began to talk about those days and frequently asked each other, “Do you remember?” It turned out, to their delight, that they both remembered everything.
“Out there, on the meadow,” Bambi recalled, “we played tag ... remember?”