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Nick

When I was little I often heard people speak of us. But if I just showed them that there was more to us than our pointed ears, fluffy tails and smart and slick movements.

I was going to prove them wrong, someone they could count on. Be the one that they would look and think 'there goes a good guy'. Nicholas P. Wilde would be a good and law-abiding, the textbook definition of a scout.

But dreams and reality was far apart. The cold steel of that muzzle the leather straps around my head, the fear of being held down. Their reason: I was a FOX and therefore could not be trusted.

'They are liars and thieves' they say. If that is what they want, that is what I will be.

One learns quickly on the streets, keep your wits sharp and your emotions distant. Do not delude yourself but fool others.

But then that rabbit showed up. She had been fooled, kind hearted and naïve. Believing she was witnessing a father being discriminated because of his breed. I never believed that she would follow us when she found us melting that Jumbo-pop. But the hustle was pulled off without a hitch but she now knew why they say 'cunning like a fox'. Animals like her wouldn't last long, not in Zootopia.

The fact that she sought me out the next day, trying to find a missing animal was quite absurd. Why trust someone who fooled you.

But then it turned out that she fooled me, so either help crazy rabbit or risk ending up behind bars.

The choice was obvious.

On our odd journey we got into and out of so much trouble. The rabbit was loyal and law-abiding to a fault. She apparently never learned when to shut her mouth. But her kind behaviour did save my hide from becoming a fox-sical. The more clues we got the weirder the case became. It appears that those that went missing began acting strange some time before they vanished. We unfortunately got to witness the transformation ourselves and it was far from pretty. Running through rainforest district with Manches hot on our tail wanting to eat us, falling hundreds of feet and almost getting killed. Only a fool wouldn't see that something big was going on. But the feral Manches wasn't where we left him, and the buffalo did not believe Carrots and he didn't believe that I would be a reliable witness to what she stated.

The Buffalo was thick-headed and unfair, the Chief was waiting for her to fail. She lacked the access to information and databases. Not to mention he gave her two measly days to find someone that the police department hadn't been able to locate for almost two weeks. During our trip in that cable cart I opened up to her. Explaining to her that I was once like her too. She believed I was joking first, but now she knew and I hope she understands now. The world isn't a fairy-tale and she need to know, or reality will one day break her.

When I offhandedly mentioned the traffic below, Carrots lit up like a sun. She had a friend at city hall and she could get them access to the traffic cameras. Her so called friend was the assistant mayor Dawn Bellwether and the sheep helped us locate where the wolves form the black van had taken Manches.

We made a pretty good duo. But that speech she gave about what had happened and when she told me I was not like 'them'. I believed she had been different but apparently I had been wrong. After that I left and didn't speak to Judy. Things escalated, fear spread like a diseases all over Zootopia and I stayed out of it as much as possible.

But then she returned months after the mystery was 'solved' she had drove all the way from her home and sought me out stating that we botched it up and whoever was behind everything was still out there. I was still angry about what she said all those months ago, but she said that she needed me and that she understood if I never forgave her. I however isn't all that heartless and the apology was accepted.

After tracking down Duke Weaselton and making him confess in a less than legal way. We found out that someone named Doug was keeping a large number of those flowers in an abandoned railway cart. The laboratory was well equipped and we even saw who and how the serum was created. We even found out the gunman that caused the transformations, it was looking up. But Doug was not working alone it was clear there was someone else behind the scenes.

Judy wanted to take the entire thing to the station. Leading into a very dangerous and intense fight with the rams. I do must say they sure where stubborn and willing to work hard to silence us. But luck was not on my and Judy's side. The car began to slide when it had turned in such high speed both of us got out before it went up in flames. Luckely for her I had the evidence we needed earning a compliment from the rabbit.

Running as fast as we could taking the shortest route that was through the natural history museum. There we ran into a familiar face. But something was out of place, oh how right we were.

Judy got injured and was unable to run. But if she was caught who knows what could happen to her. I refused to leave her behind. We however got tossed into a pit and now with the gun in the bad guys' possession we were down for the count. The feeling of being hit in the neck was not pleasant. Judy's fearful eyes where something I did not want to see. She backed away trying to put as much distance between us.

I hated it, as a kit I had wanted to prove that I was not to be feared, but in order to save Zootopia I needed Judy to fear me. Vicious snarls and bared teeth, I went in for the killing bite.

And Carrots showing that she really was not a subtle actress. The look on the masterminds face when we revealed our little scam was priceless. After the arrest of the ewe things turned back to normal. The ones that had been infected was cured and could return to their families, peace had been restored, and now here I am Officer Nicholas P. Wilde. Funny how things can change.