Summary: Collection of random Drabbles and stories that popped into my head at random times and will therefor be random and out of character.
Bambi's mom is dead, shot by a human. He grows up and falls in love with that one chick, I mean doe, and bla bla bla. The thing is, that is all a bunch of lies! Bambis mom was killed by a hunter, but he wasn't human. It was Edward! Here is the tragic story… and others.
The deer fled rapidly through the forest. Edwards thirst was begging to overpower his mind. The human was getting nearer the scent growing stronger; it had to be either a ranger or a hiker, probably not more than a mile away. He had to catch that deer before the human got to close. There was no way that the doe could outrun him, but Edward was terribly afraid of his instincts taking over and giving up pursuit for a more rewarding prize. He just had to get that damned deer.
She jumped over a fallen log, and stumbled slightly to get better footing. Edward pounced.
Bambi fled as fast as he could. A sound not unlike thunder sounded off behind him, but he kept going, through thickets that scratched him, across streams that chilled him, over sharp rocks that hurt his little hooves, under branches that whipped him, until he reached the burrow under the bushes. "We made it mom!" He said happily, but his mother did not answer.
The adrenaline began to go away and was replaced by a growing fear. Similarly the familiar woods seemed to go from extolling the joy of life to quickly losing its peace till it became as dark and forbidding as the most obscure unknown horror.
The crickets did not tune up their twilight orchestra, like all of its other members in the forest, they mourned. Not a single breeze stirred up the rustling of the leaves in the trees, not a single hum from the honey bees, not a sound from flapping butterflies as their wings flittered came, nor chirps from the birds as they twittered that earned them fame.
"Mama," he asked into the silent woods.
The world was quiet.