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The ducks talked endlessly to one another in a friendly, serious,
capable way.
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The storm swept the woods for several days and tore the last
leaves from the branches. Then the trees stood stripped.
Bambi was wandering homewards in the gray dawn in order to
sleep in the hollow with the old stag.
A shrill voice called him once or twice in quick succession. He
stopped. Then the squirrel scampered down from the branches in a
twinkling and sat on the ground in front of him.
“Is it really you?” he shrilled, surprised and delighted. “I
recognized you the minute you passed me but I couldn’t believe ...”
“Where did you come from?” asked Bambi.
The merry little face in front of him grew quite troubled. “The oak
is gone,” he began plaintively, “my beautiful old oak, do you
remember it? It was awful. He chopped it down!”
“My beautiful old oak, do you remember it? It was awful. He
chopped it down!”
Bambi hung his head sadly. His very soul felt sorry for the
wonderful old tree.
“As soon as it happened,” the squirrel related, “everybody who
lived in the tree fled and watched how He bit through the trunk with a
gigantic flashing tooth. The tree groaned aloud when it was wounded.
It kept on groaning and the tooth kept gnawing, it was dreadful to
hear it. Then the poor beautiful tree fell out on the meadow.
Everybody cried.”
Bambi was silent.
“Yes,” sighed the squirrel, “He can do anything. He’s all-powerful.”
He gazed at Bambi out of his big eyes, and pointed his ears. But
Bambi kept silent.
“Then we were all homeless,” the squirrel went on, “I don’t even
know where the others scattered to. I came here. But I won’t find
another tree like that in a hurry.”
“The old oak,” said Bambi to himself, “I knew it from the time I was
a child.”
“O well,” said the squirrel. “But to think it’s really you,” he went on
delightedly. “Everybody said you must be dead long ago. Of course
there were some people now and then who said you were still alive.
Once in a while someone said he had seen you. But nobody could
find out anything definite. And so I thought it was only gossip,” the
squirrel gazed at him inquisitively, “since you didn’t come back any
more.”
Bambi could see how curious he was and how he was fishing for
an answer.
Bambi kept silent. But a gentle anxious curiosity was stirring in
him, too. He wanted to ask about Faline, about Aunt Ena, and Ronno
and Karus, about all his childhood companions. But he kept silent.
The squirrel still sat in front of him, studying him. “What antlers!”
he cried admiringly. “What antlers! Nobody in the whole forest, except
the old Prince, has antlers like that.”
Once Bambi would have felt elated and flattered by such praise.
But he only said, “Maybe.”
The squirrel nodded quickly with his head. “Really,” he said,
surprised, “you’re beginning to get gray.”
Bambi wandered on.
The squirrel perceived that the conversation was over and sprang
through the bushes. “Good day,” he shouted down. “Good-by. I’m
very glad I met you. If I see any of your acquaintances I’ll tell them
you’re still alive. They’ll all be glad.”
Bambi heard him and again felt that gentle stirring in his heart. But
he said nothing. When he was still a child the old stag had taught him
that you must live alone. Then and afterwards the old stag had
revealed much wisdom and many secrets to him. But of all his
teachings this had been the most important; you must live alone, if
you wanted to preserve yourself, if you understood existence, if you
wanted to attain wisdom, you had to live alone.
“But,” Bambi had once objected, “we two are always together
now.”
“Not for very much longer,” the old stag had answered quickly.
That was a few weeks ago. Now it occurred to Bambi again, and he
suddenly remembered how even the old stag’s very first words to him
had been about singleness. That day when Bambi was still a child
calling for his mother, the old stag had come to him and asked him,
“Can’t you stay by yourself?”
Bambi wandered on.