Bambi was inspired, and said trembling, "There is Another who is over us all, over us and over Him.

...I'm just beginning to understand how kind you are.

The young doe, Marena, said, "In this very hour many of us are going to die. Perhaps I shall be one of them.

Don't lose your head," screamed the pheasant. And at the same time his voice broke in a whistling gasp and, spreading his wings, he flew up with a loud whir. Bambi watched how he flew straight up, directly between the trees, beating his wings. The dark metallic blue and greenish-brown marking son his body gleamed like gold. His long tail feathers swept proudly behind him. A short crash like thunder sounded sharply. The pheasant suddenly crumpled up in mid-flight.

Marena," he said with an effort, "Marena...." He did not recognize her. His voice failed.