In a flash, Bambi’s mother rushed up to him.īambi's mother bounded over shrubs and bushes. The smell of the creature somehow filled him with terror. Skunk?” And sure enough, a black and white head popped up. “Why, I’d know that tail anywhere!” said Hare. On top of the flowers, a tall, fluffy black and white tail was sliding over to them. Bambi was a bit faster at running and jumping, but Hare was better at hiding, so the two of them had a fine time. “Catch me!” Hare hopped off the rock into the grass, hop-hopping away. “Hello, there!” smiled Hare, raising one tall ear. Then – Thump, thump, thump! On a rock was a young hare, a rabbit, thumping its foot. “That’s not a flower, Bambi,” said the mother, “it’s a butterfly.” “The flower is flying.” Why, that flower must have needed to dance so much, Bambi thought, that it broke right off its stem to rise up and dance in the air. But what was that tiny thing dancing in the air? “Look, Mother!” said Bambi. In some places the flowers were so thick, they made a sweet carpet. Then he leaped back up again, over and over. Each time he landed on grass softer than any grass he had ever felt. He felt marvelous and jumped high into the air. Oh, what a bright sun! Back in the woods, Bambi had seen a stray sunbeam every now and then, but here the hot bright sun warmed him all over.
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