“Never?” asked Bambi.
“No, never,” came her reply.
“Why not?” asked Bambi with some relief.
“Because we never kill anyone,” his mother told him simply.
Bambi became cheerful again.
There was a young ash tree next to their path from which a loud screeching could be heard. His mother paid no attention to it and carried on walking. But Bambi was curious and stopped. High in the tree’s branches there were two jays squabbling over a nest they had just plundered.
“You get out of it, you lout!”
“Don’t get excited, you fool,” the other answered. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Go and get your own nests, you thief!” yelled the first. “I’ll punch your face in.” He was beside himself. “You’re just vile,” he snapped. “Just vile!”
The other bird had noticed Bambi. He flapped a few twigs down and snarled, “What are you looking at, brat? Get lost!”