“Bambi’s mom and siblings were killed, when a stupid, drunk, homophobic, redneck-neighbor drove into the yard, crushing Bambi’s family, before crashing into the barn.

Ever since they moved to the country, the obnoxious fool of a neighbor became increasingly troublesome. He’d drink himself into a fever, then come to their farm, stopping just short of the property line.
From the road, he’d holler obscenities. The vulgarity that came out of his good, “Christian”, heterosexual mouth, was just awful.

This time, he failed to stop at the end of the drive.
Swerving wildly, he finally stopped, when he slammed into the barn.
The side of the barn where Bambi, her mom and siblings were playing.
The stupid hick behind the wheel of the car, passed-out, “…probably even before he got to your driveway,” the Sheriff told the farmer.

The farmer and her wife didn’t know what to do, exactly, for the poor little surviving duckling. They called this lone duckling, “Bambi” (After the Walt Disney Bambi…who lost a parent, too.)

With the local veterinarian’s help, and guidance from their other neighbor, who acted like a real Christian, the farmer and her wife were able to save little Bambi, and became Bambi’s surrogate mothers.

Yet, they could not coax the little bird to hop in the pond–or to swim, or dive, or float. Ducky-things that ducks are supposed to do.

Each day, they would try, but nothing worked. Finally, the farmer’s wife told the farmer to bring a water basin, with water in it. Bambi was curious, and saw her reflection. But she could not bring herself to make friends with the water.

The farmer and her wife waited.
Ready with their cameras, they waited.

Forty minutes later, a splash! Bambi did it, as her two moms cheered her on: “We knew you could! We knew you could!”
It was a grand moment, indeed.

  1. stvrsnbrgr says:

    In a darker moment, you could title that photo “Broth.”

    • RichStine says:

      …funny you should write that. Many of my readers suggest much of what I write is too dark. I sat on this photo for a few days. My first initial response was very brothy, indeed!
      I stopped writing for about ten years, thinking that everybody was right–I’m to dark, and people just feel better about reading if there’s something redemptive or happy, at the end (even if the beginning and middle are wrought with most hideous, crazy-sad details).
      It was Stephen King, in an interview, who was asked something like, why some of his stories (Cujo, for example), are sad or unpleasant.

      While I cannot remember verbatim what he said, Mr. King said that he didn’t have a big problem with it, personally, because in Real Life, it doesn’t always have a rosy ending.

      I decided that is true enough, and thus began writing again. I have no delusions. I realize I’m not the best writer in the world. But writing helps keep me sane, it’s fun, and there are a few people who seem to enjoy my stories.
      “Broth”. Heh. I am very glad you dropped this note!

      • stvrsnbrgr says:

        It’s not about being the best writer in the world. It’s about being the best writer one can be in the world. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

    • RichStine says:

      Here’s a comment about this story, from G.K., who sent this photo to THE STORY board, on Pinterest:

      The darker side of Rich came out with an unexpectedly softer ending…I figured this photo would be a bit challenging…but you did it!…and very well might I add… 🙂


  2. RichStine says:

    Creamy centers beneath crusty exteriors…is akin to a box of chocolates. Not very good chocolates! 🙂

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