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         I don’t believe in conspiracies, to do so I would have to believe that there is a Devil, but Bambi did raise Hell for the “Hunters” of the world. This animated film marked the beginning of Liberal Bias, California Child Worshiping and my own awareness of how people, I had never met and would never meet, would and could change my world and there was no way I could change theirs. I became aware of “Power”, and how, like a rifle, you can miss the target and hit something you never meant to, you have to know what you are doing.

         Bamby I’m sure, all will agree, died in 1995. She died at the hands of Bruce Babbitt, when Bruce released the Wolves he sealed Bamby’s fate and revealed the true Nature of Liberals, 40,000 dead Elk(and counting) later, 7000 plus MEXICANS in 2008 and how many Abortions since 1995? We get it; Liberals are not Conservative when it comes to Death. Oh I almost forgot, the Moose are headed for Extinction and there has been no water in parts of Fresno County for three years- “NANCY PELOSIE”??????

 

 

                                                 Prologue

         The Bamby of today would differ from the original. In the original the problem was the human hunter being portrayed as a Wolf. Today’s Bamby would be on a fast track to oblivion being pursued by Wolf lovers (Liberals) portrayed as wolves and Father O’Grady, the pedophile Catholic Priest as himself, The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing.

            All these fine folks pursuing Bamby and her mother thru the burnt out remains of Yellowstone Park. Bamby’s mother, still beautiful after all these years, would be hoping against hope, wishing upon that star. Only to find out that “It really does make a difference WHO YOU ARE”. The audience is captivated by the UNNATURAL NATURE  of it all, and all the while Bamby will struggle with gender identity.

           Just like the Discovery Channel only animated, we watch as the Wolves are about to Kill Bamby and her mother. We listen as Bamby’s mother explains, in broken, out of breath dialog, as they run for their lives. That it only seems like a Holocaust, how the fact that they are the last deer in 8,000 sq. miles should not cause Bamby any concern. That she should never stop believing in the promise of tomorrow and head for Dubois. She would be safe there.

          Bamby in a cute, Disney animated voice, looks up at her mother with those big Bamby eyes and ask’s,” What does Holocaust mean”?

           At this moment Bamby’s mother is cut down, white fangs, snarling. Bamby narrowly escapes the jaws of death. Bamby is now alone, we all know her fate but we can’t look away, it’s all so natural.

          A cast of characters will appear and disappear, there is a Magpie, a skunk and some that will become Extinct like the Native Wyoming Wolf and Bamby herself. All the Canadian Wolves end up once again in Extinction not in Canada, including Father O’Grady-Extinction not in Ireland.

        

                                      BAMBY 

                                                  By T.J. Fross

 

 

             Bamby runs wildly thru a surreal landscape, skeletal remains of a forest blackened by fire. The dead forest surrounds her and stretches for miles; there is no place to hide.

         Finally she can see lights and hope wells up in her, Dubois, sanctuary at last. Running as fast as her legs will carry her she crashes head long into a fence. In her semi-conscious state the ghost of her Mother appears.

        “Bamby, Bamby, wake up”, it’s the ghost of her mother, “You’ve been running the wrong direction, and Dubois is the other way. This is Jackson Hole, they hate us here too. Your only chance is to make it to Dubois”.

          “But it is nearly Daylight, I’ll never make it, it is impossible,” Bamby drops her head in despair.

           “Just remember, it makes a difference who you are”, Mother says lovingly, and her ghost is gone.

            Bamby feels new strength. Her mother’s words are her new strength. She is evolving, she could have Evolved faster had her mother lived, but that is no longer an option. She is the last of her line she must survive; she must make it to Dubois. She follows the Snake; she is spotted at Moran where the Wolf Recovery Team is informed of the existence of a potential food source headed east towards Togwotee Pass.

 

                                          Night OnTogwotee Pass

 

      The mountain looms in front of him, on the other side lay Dubois and his last chance at survival. Dubois has no ten foot tall fence surrounding it, not like Jackson Hole. She remembered the horrible stories her mother had told him of seeing people in BMW’s lined up watching as the mighty Elk herd was chopped to pieces by the Wolves.

       The Moose were the first to go, the wolves killed them in the willows where none could see and no one said anything.  Then they came for the Buffalo and still no one spoke. Then they came for the Elk and crowds watched but all were silent. Now they had come for Bamby, and when he was gone the land would be empty.

        The sheltering forest of Togwotee was comforting, Bamby walked cautiously, his senses were sharpened by the knowledge that he was the last Deer in 8000 sq. miles. From the corner of his eye he saw a movement, he froze.

           Aldo Loopold was the last spotted skunk on Togwotee Pass and quite possibly in the world and not friendly as a rule. But when facing Extinction, lonely takes on a whole new meaning.

          “Hello”, he spoke very softly.

           Bamby didn’t move.

          “Are you lost? Where is your mother”?

          Bamby was still silent.

          Aldo was getting annoyed,” Your Deer in the headlights routine is a big reason a lot of you are gone.”

           This was too much for Bamby, “They are all gone, there are no more, and I am the last of my kind. My mother was killed by the Wolves this morning and I am trying to get to Dubois. She told me I would be safe there, I am so traumatized that all I am running on is nerves, I haven’t eaten because I hate Grass. All I think about is milk….”

           “Good luck with that”.

           “What do you mean by that, are you totally without feelings, can’t you sympathize with my desperate situation”? Bamby needed coddling.

            “None of the above, no, no, and most definitely not. What you need to do is Evolve or you are going to die. And you had better keep your voice down or we are all going to die, and I do mean all’.

           “Sorry,” Tears welled up in Bamby’s eyes;” I had always pictured a different world for myself, a more caring, gentle, and enlightened world”. 

           “Where have you been,”? Incredulity dripping from Aldo’s voice.

           “Over there,” Bamby looked toward the West, toward Jackson Hole.

           “Ah the Gulag, born in a Gulag, that explains it.”

           “Explains what”?

           “Your skewed view of the world. You are Delewisional”.

           “Delewisional”?

           “Yes, you are Delewisional and Clark, a psychosis that started back in the ‘70’s’. People wanted to take the West away from the people who owned it and devolve it, recreate the American West that Lewis and Clark encountered.”

 

 

 

 

             “What is Devolve”? Bamby was impressed with this spotted skunks knowledge of a world she had just been thrust into.

             Aldo responded to this question as the recognition of his intellect,” Well it is the Conscious Choice to go backwards in an effort to go forward, but the tools don’t follow. So when you arrive at that place, that you have deemed better, you have no tools to preserve that position, thus De-Evolution.”.

              “What tools,”? Asked Bamby.

              “Time! Time is the tool that you lose. Time doesn’t go backwards it moves forward. It creates and destroys, it is unstoppable. Time owns the MOMENT when choices are made and once the choice is made it can’t be undone. From that point forward you are in Survival Mode.

             “Wow, where did you come up with that one”? Bamby was impressed.

             “Look around you, you are in it, you are being Devolved”.

             “But I didn’t choose this”.

             “I am aware”, said Aldo,” This is what Devolvers did not understand. When you take it upon yourself to change the world and you use Deadly force there are consequences. What the Devolvers did was Declare War on the Good of the West.

             First they burnt it, the Devastation was Biblical. After the fire I found a canyon where thousands of Elk had suffocated, I ate well for a very long time.”

            “You ate them”? Bamby was shocked

            “Of course, you never want to waste a good disaster. It was at this time that I came to know Wyoming”.

           “Wyoming,”? said Bamby.

           “That is what I called the Wolf that showed up in the Canyon of Dead Elk”.

            “So there were Wolves here! before these Killers”! Bamby was amazed.” My mother said that they brought these in from the North because the Sierra Club wanted to watch death matches in the whole of Yellowstone. Africa Envy is what she called it”.

            “The Serengeti Pain, how well I remember. They knew that there were wolves here already, but Wyoming and his pack were Hunters not Killers. They had learned the hard lessons of the First Extinction they had learned the Coyote Way.

           What the National Park Service and Sierra Club wanted was full on Killing Machines and Wyoming and his pack were too Ethical.”

           “Too Ethical?” Bamby loved lore.

          “Yes Ethical, I watched and listened as Wyoming’s pack fed and rested in that canyon. I learned that they were the reason that few wolves were ever seen, they had kept the killers from the North out, and they had protected Yellowstone for eons.”

           They called the Northern Wolves “Those With No Heart”.

           Bamby whispered, “My mother called them the “One’s with no Soul”. She said they moved like a hail storm, nothing was left standing. First time I ever saw them was this morning, and all I saw were jaws….and I heard them “Snap”!

           Aldo shivered,” That is the last sound many have heard, but you are the first I’ve met who lived to tell about it.”

          “What did Wyoming look like”? Bamby asked. She wanted to lay down she was tired and felt safe here.

          “He was black, but what I remember most were his eyes, they were like the sun on water and his voice was like Eagles wings.”

          “Eagles wings?” what’s that sound like?

          “Well”, Aldo was thinking, “Listen…………………………”

         Bamby closed her eyes, concentrating with all her might she listened to the night and fell to sleep.


                                                   ( To Be Continued)