Bambi Part 13: Bedtime Story

Dear ones,

Our next adventure awaits! This is the final part 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.

I hope you enjoyed this telling of Bambi dear ones.

Have a beautiful day.

Transcript

Hello,

Dear ones,

And welcome to the final reading of Bambi.

There came a break in the cold,

And a pause in the middle of winter.

The earth drank in the melting snow,

So that broad stretches of naked earth could be seen everywhere.

The blackbirds were not singing yet,

But when they flew up from the ground where they had been hunting for worms,

Or when they flapped from tree to tree,

They let out a long,

Shrill,

Cheerful cry,

Which was almost like birdsong.

The woodpecker began to laugh here and there.

Magpies and crows became more chatty,

And the tits talked gaily with each other.

The pheasants,

When they had swung down from the trees where they had been sleeping,

Now remained in one spot for almost as long as they would in the good times.

They would shake their plumage in the morning sunshine,

And continually burst out with their metallic cry.

On mornings like this,

Bambi would range out further afield than he normally would.

When the sun had barely risen,

He arrived at his chamber under the beech tree.

Over on the other side,

There where he had used to live,

There was something moving.

Bambi remained hidden in the undergrowth and watched.

He was right.

Someone of his own species was moving about there,

Seeking out the patches that were free from snow,

And setting about the early risen grasses.

At first Bambi wanted to turn around and go away,

But then he saw that it was Feline.

His first urge was to jump forward and to call to her.

It was so long since he had last seen Feline.

His heart began to beat hotly.

Feline was walking slowly,

As if she were tired or sad.

She looked like her mother now,

Looked like Aunt Inna.

And when Bambi noticed this,

It was with painful astonishment.

Feline raised her head and looked in his direction,

As if she could feel that he was near.

Again Bambi felt the urge to go toward her,

But again he stayed where he was.

Powerless and lame,

He was unable to move.

He saw that Feline had become old and grey now.

His entire childhood suddenly shimmered up in him.

The meadow,

The paths his mother led him along,

The happy games with Gobo and Feline,

The good grasshopper and the butterfly,

And the struggle with Carus and Rono,

By which he had won Feline for himself.

He suddenly felt happy again,

But nonetheless shaken.

Over there Feline was walking away,

With her head sunk down to the ground,

Slow,

Tired and sad.

At that moment Bambi loved her with such a gush of tenderness.

He wanted to cross through the hole under the beach trunk,

Which for so long had separated him from her and from the others.

He wanted to fetch her back,

To talk to her about the time when they had been children,

Above all else,

To talk about the past.

As he thought this,

He watched her as she went on through the bare bushes and finally disappeared from sight.

He stood there for a long time,

Looking in her direction.

A clap of thunder crashed and Bambi was startled.

That was here,

On his side of the hole.

Not very close,

But here,

On the side where he was.

Another crash of thunder came and then another.

Bambi made a few steps deeper back into the thicket,

Where he kept still and listened.

Everything was quiet and he crept carefully home.

The elder was already there,

But had not gone down into their chamber.

He was just stood there,

Next to the fallen beach trunk,

As if he had been waiting.

Where have you been all this time?

He asked,

And he was serious,

So Bambi remained silent.

Did you hear that just now?

The elder went on.

Yes,

Three times.

He's in the forest,

Bambi answered.

Clearly,

The elder nodded,

And he repeated,

With a strange inflection,

He is in the forest.

We need to go.

Where?

Bambi asked.

Over there,

Said the elder,

And his voice was heavy.

Over where he is now.

Bambi was alarmed.

Don't be frightened,

The elder went on.

Come with me now and don't be afraid.

I'm glad I've got the chance to take you there and to let you see it.

Before I go.

Bambi was taken aback by this,

And stared at the elder.

He suddenly became aware of how frail he looked.

His head was now entirely white.

His face had become very gaunt.

His beautiful eyes had lost their sparkle.

They had taken on a dull green appearance,

And seemed to be somehow broken.

Bambi and the elder did not go far.

They could feel the first winds of a heavy storm blowing at them.

A storm that was capable of putting so much threat and dread into their hearts.

Bambi stopped.

But the elder carried on walking,

Directly toward the storm.

Bambi hesitantly followed behind him.

The scent of the storm came at them in ever stronger waves,

And drew them forward.

The elder went straight on.

Thoughts of flight had sprung into Bambi.

He could feel tension in his breast,

Which boiled through his head,

And all his limbs.

They nearly tore him away from the place.

But he stayed strong,

And continued to walk behind the elder.

Now this storm had swollen up into something so mighty,

That there was nothing else it was possible to feel,

And so that it was now barely possible to breathe.

There,

Said the elder,

And he stepped to one side.

Two steps away from them,

He lay there on the ground,

On bent and broken bushes,

And in churned up snow.

Bambi half suppressed the scream of horror,

And with a sudden jump he fled,

As he had already been wishing to do.

He was nearly out of his senses in terror.

Stop,

The elder called.

He looked back and saw that the elder was calmly standing there,

Where he was lying on the ground.

Beside himself in astonishment,

Bambi stepped closer.

Compelled by his obedience,

By his boundless curiosity,

And by his quaking anticipation.

Come closer,

Bambi,

Don't be afraid,

The elder said.

There he lay,

His pale face uncovered,

Looking upwards,

His hat a little to the side of him in the snow,

And Bambi,

Who knew nothing about hats,

Thought that awful head had been struck into two pieces.

The hunter's neck was exposed,

And showed a wound as if it had been cut through.

It lay open like a little red mouth.

There was still a gentle flow of blood from it.

Blood was in his hair,

Under his nose,

And had formed a large pool in the snow,

Melting it with its warmth.

Here we are then,

The elder began.

We are standing right beside him,

And where is the danger now?

Bambi looked down at him as he lay there.

His form,

His limbs,

His hair,

All seemed to Bambi to be something gruesome but puzzling.

He looked into those broken eyes that stared sightlessly back up at him,

And he did not understand.

Bambi,

The elder continued.

Do you remember what Gobo said?

What the dog said?

About what everyone believed?

Do you remember?

But Bambi was incapable of giving an answer.

You can see him there,

Bambi,

The elder went on.

You can see him lying there like any one of us.

Listen to me,

Bambi.

He is not almighty like they say he is.

He is not the source from which everything comes,

Everything that grows and lives.

He is not our superior.

He is beside us,

He is like us,

And just like us he knows fear,

And need,

And sorrow.

He can be overcome just like us,

And now he lies helpless on the ground,

Just like the rest of us,

Just as you see him now.

They remained silent.

Do you understand me,

Bambi?

The elder asked.

Bambi answered in a whisper,

I think.

Then tell me what you think,

The elder ordered him.

Bambi blushed and said,

There's someone else who is above all of us,

Above us and above him.

The time has come then,

Bambi,

When I can go,

The elder said.

He turned around and the two of them wandered on for a little while.

At a tall ash tree the elder stopped.

Don't come with me anymore,

Bambi,

He began in a calm voice.

My time is up,

Now I need to find a place for the end.

Bambi was about to say something.

No,

The elder stopped him.

No,

At the time I am now approaching,

Each of us is alone.

Farewell,

My son,

I have loved you very much.

The summer's day started being hot as soon as the sun had risen.

No wind,

No chill of twilight.

The sun seemed to be in more of a hurry that day.

It rose quickly into the sky and broke out its dazzling flames like a dreadful blaze.

The dew on the meadow and on the bushes quickly evaporated.

The earth became very dry and crumbly.

In the woods it became quiet before its usual time.

Only the woodpecker could be heard laughing here and there,

And only the pigeons cooed in tireless,

Fervent tenderness.

Deep in a thicket there was a little hidden clearing,

Giving a little free space,

And that is where Bambi was standing.

Around his head a swarm of midges danced and sang in the sunshine.

From the leaves of the hazel bush beside him came a quiet buzzing.

It came closer,

And a big cockchafer flew slowly past him,

Straight through the swarm of midges,

Higher and higher,

Up to the top of a tree,

Where he intended to sleep until evening.

His elegant wings stuck out in front of him and were bursting with power.

Did you see him?

The midges asked each other.

That was the elder,

Said one of them.

And the others sang.

All of his relatives are already dead,

But he's still alive.

A couple of very small midges asked,

How long do you think he's going to live?

And the others sang their answer.

We don't know.

He's outlived all of his family.

He's very old,

Very,

Very old.

Bambi walked on.

The song of the midges,

He thought.

Song of midges.

A tender,

Anxious call came through to him.

The voice of somebody of his own species.

Mother!

Mother!

Before they understood what was happening,

Bambi was standing there before them,

Speechless.

They stared at him.

Your mother does not have the time now,

Bambi told them sternly.

He looked in the little one's eyes.

Can't you be by yourself for a while?

The little one and his sister remained silent.

Bambi turned away,

Slipped into the nearest bush and disappeared,

Even before two of them could understand what had happened.

And he walked on.

I like that lad,

He thought.

Maybe I'll meet him again when he's a bit bigger.

And he walked on.

And the little lass,

He thought.

She's nice too.

That's what feline looked like when she was a child.

Bambi walked on and disappeared into the woods.

The End