“Look for your own nests,” the first one shouted, “or I’ll break your head for you.” He was beside himself with rage. “What vulgarity!” he chattered, “what vulgarity!” [Illustration: _Overhead two jays were quarreling. “What vulgarity!” he chattered, “what vulgarity!”_] The other jay had spied Bambi and fluttered down a few branches to shout at him. “What are you gawking at, you freak?” he screamed. Bambi sprang away terrified. He reached his mother and walked behind her again, frightened and obedient, thinking she had not noticed his absence. After a pause he asked, “Mother, what is vulgarity?” “I don’t know,” said his mother. Bambi thought a while; then he began again. “Why were they both so angry with each other, Mother?” he asked. “They were fighting over food,” his mother answered. “Will we fight over food, too, sometime?” Bambi asked. “No,” said his mother. Bambi asked, “Why not?” “Because there is enough for all of us,” his mother replied. Bambi wanted to know something else. “Mother,” he began. “What is it?” “Will we be angry with each other sometime?” he asked. “No, child,” said his mother, “we don’t do such things.” They walked along again. Presently it grew light ahead of them. It grew very bright. The trail ended with the tangle of vines and bushes. A few steps more and they would be in the bright open space that spread out before them. Bambi wanted to bound forward, but his mother had stopped. “What is it?” he asked impatiently, already delighted. “It’s the meadow,” his mother answered. “What is a meadow?” asked Bambi insistently. His mother cut him short. “You’ll soon find out for yourself,” she said. She had become very serious and watchful. She stood motionless, holding her head high and listening intently. She sucked in deep breathfuls of air and looked very severe. “It’s all right,” she said at last, “we can go out.” Bambi leaped forward, but his mother barred the way. “Wait till I call you,” she said. Bambi obeyed at once and stood still. “That’s right,” said his mother, to encourage him, “and now listen to what I am saying to you.” Bambi heard how seriously his mother spoke and felt terribly excited. “Walking on the meadow is not so simple,” his mother went on. “It’s a difficult and dangerous business. Don’t ask me why. You’ll find that out later on. Now do exactly as I tell you to. Will you?” “Yes,” Bambi promised.