“That’s all nonsense,” he decided with much effort, “now I’m going to go right up to him and introduce myself.”
“Don’t do that!” shouted Faline, “don’t do that! Ba-oh! Something terrible will happen, ba-oh!”
“I’m going to do it whatever happens,” Bambi retorted. The stag, so relaxed as he picked out all the best things to eat, paid no attention at all to Faline as she screamed. It seemed to Bambi that he was far too haughty. He felt injured and humiliated. “I’m going out there,” he said. “Just calm down! Nothing’s going to happen, you’ll see. You wait here.”
He actually did go out there. But Faline did not wait. She did not want to wait, not in the slightest, and nor did she have the courage to do so. She swung round and ran away and could still be heard as she got further and further away: “Ba-oh! Ba-oh!”
Bambi would have liked to go after her, but that was no longer really possible. He pulled himself together and went forward.
Through the twigs and branches he could see the stag standing in the clearing, his head lowered to the ground.
Bambi felt his heart thumping as he went out there.
The stag immediately raised his head high and looked over at him. Then, as if confused, he looked straight ahead.
Bambi saw both these movements as very haughty, the way the stag had looked at him and the way he was now occupied with looking straight ahead as if there were nobody there.
Bambi did not know what he should do. He had come out here with the firm intention of speaking to the stag. Good morning, he would have said, my name is Bambi ... may I ask what your name is, sir?