Ch. 10: Epilogue

Assistant Mayor Dawn Bellwether sat in her office, if you could call it that since it was just a boiler with a computer in it.

She had ended up going to a college closer to home but she made it a habit of not visiting home. She couldn't handle her father's disappointment, the look in his eyes. She even drifted away from Weiss despite their attempts to try. But Weiss had been successful, had become a professional athlete before settling down and marrying someone from the Hopps family. Dawn had even gone to the wedding, listening to the hundreds of rabbits talked, Weiss had introduced her to a Stu and Bonnie Hopps, telling her their daughter Judy was about to join the police academy. She had big dreams too, Dawn wished her well.

In return Weiss had been there when Dawn was elected the assistant mayor, but Dawn couldn't muster any happiness over that day knowing that Leodore had become the mayor, having been very successful thanks to St. Silva.

He really took everything away from me.

After that between Dawn's work and Weiss expecting a litter the two friends drifted apart despite their years together, and now she was stuck with Leodore.

The lion either didn't remember her or pretended he didn't, Dawn didn't care, any feelings she had had for him had burned away after that awful day. But despite that resentment still burned, she was still underappreciated, after all her hard work she was still being looked down upon.

Dawn would give anything for a way to change that, no matter what it took…

Knocking on the door had her pulling away from the computer and walking to the door. Opening it she was face to face with a ram who was carrying a box of some kind of plant under arm.

"You the assistant mayor?" the sheep asked.

Dawn nodded, "Can I help you?"

"I need you to sign this," he handed her a clipboard, "So I can start selling my produce to Zootopia stores."

"What's your produce?" Dawn asked. She knew Leodore was supposed to handle things like this as well but the lion always put his work on her when he could.

"What produce?" Dawn looked into the box, they looked like moldy onions.

"Mindicampum Holicithius," the sheep answered.

Dawn glanced up at him, "Mindi what?"

"Ah, sorry, that is a mouthful isn't it? A lot of mammals just call them Night Howlers."

Dawn's eyes returned to the plants, "Night Howlers, you say? Tell me about them."