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Tears for deer

I know the first time I cried at the movies. My daddy took me to see “Bambi,” a cartoon feature about a cute fawn.

What could go wrong?

To this day, I can’t understand why the Disney folks created their horrifying tale.

Bambi’s mother disappears – and we somehow understand that she’s been killed.

I loved my mommy. She was funny and playful. She was comfort. She was always around.

Was I supposed to be unmoved when a mommy died?

I cried for three days. And I later learned I wasn’t the only one.

For my article writing workshop at Penn State, one student wrote a charming piece about the campus deer pens.

We were murmuring about conservation when another student roared. “This reminds me of Bambi’s mother!”

Most of my class – in training to be hard-bitten journalists – started to weep. We shared tissues.

And now, at Christmas time, I hear about Rudolph. I admire Vixen, who’s Santa’s token female.

But it’s the orphan, Bambi, that stays in my heart.

Excuse me for a min.

I still have to go cry.


What was Disney thinking?

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