Bambi Part 11: Bedtime Story

Dear ones,

Our adventures continue tonight with part eleven of my reading of Bambi.

This is a reading of the original story of Bambi, written by Felix Salten in 1923. This is the story that was eventually adapted for the movie of the same name.

This is part eleven of a thirteen-part series. You can find all the recordings of Bambi on my profile, in the playlist titled 'Bambi'.

Enjoy dear ones.

Transcript

Hello,

Dear ones,

And welcome to today's reading of Bambi,

Part 11.

Chapter 21 Bambi was by himself.

He went over to the water that flowed quietly between the reeds and the willows on the bank.

Ever since he had been keeping to his own company,

He had come more and more often down here.

There were not many paths here,

And he almost never came across any other deer.

But that was just what he wanted.

For his thoughts had become earnest,

And his spirit was heavy.

He did not know what was happening inside him,

And nor did he try to work it out.

He merely tried to puzzle it out in a confused way,

With no plan,

And it seemed to him that his whole life had become darker.

Chapter 22 When he went to stand at the riverside,

He would spend a long time there.

He went to a place where the water flowed in a gentle curve,

And where it was possible to see a long way down.

The cool breathing of the ripples brought an unfamiliar smell with it,

A smell that was refreshing but bitter.

A smell that awoke a sense of being carefree and trusting.

Bambi stood there and watched the ducks as they enjoyed one another's company.

They chatted with each other without cease.

Friendly,

Serious,

And clever.

There were a couple of mothers there,

Each of them surrounded by a crowd of children,

Who received regular instruction,

And who never tired of learning.

Sometimes,

One of the mothers would give out a warning sign,

And the young ducks would rush out in all directions,

Without hesitation.

They would glide out as if broadcast from a sower's hand,

And would do so in complete silence.

At one moment,

Bambi saw how the little ones,

Who still could not fly,

Would go into the thick reeds,

Carefully,

Without touching any of the stalks,

Which,

If they moved,

Would betray their location.

Here and there he saw their small,

Dark bodies in among the rushes,

As they slowly hid themselves away.

Then,

He saw nothing more of them.

A short call from the mother,

And they would all swarm around her in an instant.

In this instant,

Her flock had gathered back together,

And they began,

As before,

To cruise along thoughtfully.

This filled Bambi with admiration every time he saw it.

It was like a work of art.

One time,

After one of these brief alarms,

He asked one of the mothers,

What was all that for?

I've been watching carefully,

But I didn't see anything.

Well,

There was nothing to see,

The duck replied.

Another time,

One of the children gave the warning signal.

He turned round as quick as a flash,

Steered his way through the rushes to the bank where Bambi was standing,

And stepped up onto it.

Bambi asked the little one,

What happened now,

Then?

I didn't see anything.

Well,

There was nothing to see,

The young duck answered.

Like a wise old man,

He shook his feathers,

Carefully laid the tips of his wings down into the right place,

And went back into the water.

But Bambi continued to think about the ducks.

He understood that they were more watchful than he was.

That their hearing was sharper,

And their eyesight better.

When he stood here,

The anxiety that other times he was always full of,

Was slightly relieved.

And he enjoyed talking with the ducks.

They did not talk about things he heard about so often from the others.

They talked about the sky,

About the wind,

And the distant fields where they would enjoy lots of delicious food.

Bambi sometimes saw something small rushing past him through the air,

Keeping close to the bank,

Like a fire-coloured lightning flash.

A kingfisher,

A tiny whizzing dot.

He glowed in blue and green,

Sparkled in red,

Lit himself up,

And then was gone.

Bambi was amazed.

He was enchanted,

And he wished he could see this remarkable stranger close up.

So,

He called to him.

Don't bother with him,

The coot said,

Up to him from the dense bushes.

Don't bother with him,

You'll never get an answer from him.

Where are you?

Asked Bambi,

And peered round in the reeds.

But the laughter of the coot came up loud and clear,

From a quite different place.

I'm over here.

He's a bad-tempered bloke,

Him,

Who you were just trying to talk to.

He don't talk with anyone.

There's no point in trying to call to him.

But he's so beautiful,

Said Bambi.

Yeah,

But he's no good,

The coot replied,

Again from a different place.

Why do you say that?

Bambi inquired.

The coot answered,

Again from a totally different place.

He can't be bothered about anyone,

Or anything.

It don't matter what happens,

He never says hello to anyone,

And he never replies if anyone says hello to him.

He never makes the alarm call when danger comes,

And he's never spoken a word to anyone.

Oh,

The poor,

Bambi started to say.

But the coot continued speaking,

And his cheerful,

Cheeping voice,

Now,

Again,

Came from quite a different place.

I suppose he thinks we're all jealous of that couple of colours that he has in his feathers.

I suppose that's why he don't want to let anyone get a closer look at him.

Well,

You're not letting me get a look at you,

Either,

Bambi said.

The coot immediately appeared in front of him.

Well,

There's nothing to look at about me,

Is there?

Came his simple reply.

There he stood,

Slender,

The water glittering on his back.

His simple clothing,

His elegant figure,

Ever moving.

Content.

And in a moment,

He was once more gone.

I don't know how you can be wondering for so long about a little speck.

His voice came from the water.

And,

Again,

From a different place,

He added.

It's boring to keep on about a single speck.

It's dangerous and all.

And,

Again,

From another different place,

He proclaimed.

You've got to keep moving.

If you want to stay safe and get your belly full,

You've got to keep moving.

Bambi was startled by a gentle rustling in the grass.

He looked round.

There,

In the bushes,

He glimpsed something reddish,

Which disappeared into the rushes.

At the same time,

There came a warm but sharp trembling in his breath.

The fox slipped by.

Bambi wanted to call to the duck and stamp on the ground as a warning.

There was a rustling,

And the reeds suddenly divided.

The water splashed,

And the duck screamed in confusion.

Bambi heard the clatter of her wings,

Saw the whiteness of her body in the shimmering greenness.

And now he saw how her wings were flapping loudly and whipped against the cheeks of the fox.

Then,

All became quiet.

Very soon afterwards,

The fox came up into the bushes with the duck in his jaws.

Her neck hung down loosely,

Her wings still moved feebly,

And the fox paid no attention.

He looked sideways at Bambi,

And his bulging eyes seemed to be jeering,

And he slipped slowly away into the thick woods.

Bambi stood there,

Motionless.

Some of the older ducks had clattered up onto the bank.

They flew around in confusion,

Caused by the horror of what they had seen.

The coot sounded shrill warning cries to every side.

The tits in the bushes twittered excitedly.

The young ducks pushed themselves into the rushes,

And,

Having become orphans,

Lamented with gentle tones.

The kingfisher rushed by along the bank.

Please,

Please,

Have you seen our mother?

Called the young ducks.

The kingfisher shrieked and seemed to sparkle as he rushed past.

What's that to me?

Bambi turned round and left.

He wandered through a dense wilderness of golden rods,

Passed through a group of tall beech trees.

Went through ancient hazel bushes,

Until he reached the edge of the great trench.

Here,

He wandered round at random,

In the hope of coming across the elder.

It was a long time since he had last seen him,

Not since Gobo met his end.

Now,

He saw him in the distance and ran towards him.

For a while,

They walked beside each other in silence.

Then,

The elder asked,

Well,

Do they still talk about him?

Bambi understood that he meant Gobo,

And answered,

I don't know.

I'm almost always by myself.

But I can't stop thinking about him all the time.

Ah,

Said the elder.

So you are by yourself now?

Yes,

Said Bambi.

The elder remained silent.

They walked on.

Suddenly,

The elder stopped.

Can't you hear it?

Bambi listened.

No,

He heard nothing.

Come on,

The elder called,

As he hurried forward.

Bambi followed him.

The elder stopped again.

Can you still not hear it?

Bambi now could make out a sound that he did not understand.

It was as if twigs were being pulled down and then allowed to snap up again.

At the same time,

There were dull and irregular thumps on the ground.

Bambi wanted to flee.

Come with me,

The elder called,

And ran in the direction of the noise.

Bambi dared to ask,

Is it not dangerous there?

It is,

The elder replied mysteriously.

It's very dangerous there.

They were soon able to see the twigs that were being pulled down from below and were being shaken,

And they saw the vigour with which they sprang back up.

They came closer and noticed that there was a little path running through the middle of the bushes.

Bambi's friend,

The hare,

Lay on the ground,

Threw himself back and forth,

Fidgeted about,

Lay still and fidgeted some more,

And each of his movements tore at the twigs above him.

Bambi became aware of a dark stripe,

Something like a tendril.

It became stiff and dropped down onto the hare,

Where it wound itself around his neck.

By now,

The hare must have heard that there was somebody coming.

He hurled himself into the air,

Fell back to the ground,

Wanted to flee.

Defeated,

He rolled himself into a ball and quivered.

Keep still,

The elder ordered him,

And then,

In a gentle and sympathetic voice that struck at Bambi's heart,

He went over close to the hare and repeated,

Stay calm,

My friend.

It's only me.

Don't move at all.

Just keep very,

Very still.

The hare lay motionless,

Flat on the ground.

His breathing was tense,

And it made a gentle sound.

The elder took the twig with the peculiar tendril into his mouth,

Pulled it down,

Turned round elegantly,

Held it firmly against the ground under his hard hoof,

And did away with it with a single blow of his crown.

Then he turned to the hare.

Keep still,

He said,

Even if it hurts.

With his head turned to one side,

He laid one of the points of his crown against the hare's neck and pressed it deeply into his fur behind his ears,

Felt around for something and gave a yank.

The hare began to writhe.

The elder immediately moved back.

Keep still,

He ordered.

I'm trying to save your life.

He began anew.

The hare lay still,

But quivering.

Bambi watched in astonishment.

He was speechless.

Now,

The elder had pushed one point of his antlers firmly into the hare's fur,

Trying to get it under whatever was slung around the hare's neck.

He was nearly on his knees,

But twisted his head as if drilling a hole,

Pushed his crown deeper and deeper,

Until finally whatever it was gave way and began to loosen.

The hare drew breath and at the same time gave in to his fear and his pain broke loudly out from him.

The elder stopped what he was doing.

Do be quiet,

He chided.

Be quiet!

His mouth was very close to the hare's shoulder.

One of the points of his crown was between the ears and it looked as if he had impaled the hare.

How can you be so stupid and start to cry?

Do you want to get the fox to come here?

Yes?

Well then,

Keep quiet!

He continued to work,

Slowly,

Carefully,

Attentively.

Suddenly,

The sling around the hare's neck began to slip off.

The hare slid out of it and he was free before he even knew it.

He made a step or two and then sat there in a daze.

Then he hopped away,

Slowly at first,

Shyly,

But all the time getting faster until he ran away in wild leaps.

Bambi looked at him as he went.

And not a word of thanks,

He declared in astonishment.

He still hasn't quite come back to his senses,

The elder said.

Whatever it was that had been around the hare's neck lay now in a circle on the ground.

Bambi kicked at it lightly.

It made a jangling noise and Bambi was startled.

That was the sort of noise that did not belong in the forest.

Him?

Bambi asked.

The elder nodded.

They walked on calmly next to each other.

You always need to be careful,

Said the elder.

When you are walking along a path,

You should always pay attention to the twigs on the trees and the bushes.

Stretch your crown out,

Up and down,

And if you ever hear that jangling noise,

Turn right round.

But if it's the time of year when you're not carrying a crown on your head,

You need to be doubly careful.

I stopped going along the paths a long time ago.

Bambi was alarmed and wondered what the elder had meant.

But,

But he's not,

He said to himself in bewilderment.

The elder answered.

No,

He's not in the forest right now.

But,

But it's him,

Said Bambi,

Shaking his head.

The elder continued,

And his voice was full of bitterness.

What was it that Gobo said to you?

Did he not give you a lecture about how he is almighty,

How he is responsible for everything?

Bambi spluttered.

Is he not almighty then?

He's no more almighty than he is responsible for all,

The elder complained.

Bambi was disheartened.

But what about Gobo?

He was good to Gobo.

The elder stopped where he was.

Do you really think he was,

Bambi?

He asked.

This was the first time that the elder had addressed him by his name.

I don't know,

Declared Bambi in anguish.

I just don't understand it.

The elder replied slowly.

If we are to live,

We need to learn and to be vigilant.