“No,” said the elder, “she is not calling for you.”
The sound came again, loud and clear like birdsong, “Come!”
“Again now!” shouted Bambi as he became more cross, “Listen to me!”
“I’m listening,” the elder nodded.
“Goodbye then ...,” Bambi threw at him curtly.
But the elder commanded him, “Stay here!”
“What is it you want then?” shouted Bambi, out of control. “Let me go! I haven’t got time for this! Please ... if Faline is calling for me ... you must be able to see ...”
“I’m telling you,” said the elder, “that is not Faline.”
Bambi was puzzled. “But ... I recognize her voice, I can hear her quite clearly ...”
“Listen to me,” the elder continued.