Let me die with my family at least. Then the fox rose so that he was sitting perfectly erect. He dropped his handsome pointed muzzle on his bleeding breast, raised his eyes and looked the dog straight in the face. His maimed body was taut with contempt and hatred. You betray us, your own relations, me who am almost your brother.
Life is a choice between a Vichy existence or a Warsaw ghetto uprising.
Salten teaches us that it is better to die with the honor of self-respect and truth than to live as a treacherous dog. And finally, there is the scene in which Bambi confronts a Dead Man-and all of his notions of mankind's divinity are toppled. He isn't all powerful as they say. Everything that lives and grows doesn't come from Him. He isn't above us.