Paws of Justice

Ever since I was little, I dreamed of leaving Bunnyburrow to become the first rabbit on the Zootopia Police Department. Everyone said it was impossible—“Too small, too soft, too naive”—but I never doubted myself. I trained harder than anyone, aced every exam, and ran every obstacle course faster than the foxes and wolves. I was supposed to be the best, the shining example of what a human who could transform into a rabbit could achieve in this city of predators and bustling streets. Reality hit hard. Chief Bogo didn’t care about dreams, only rules and appearances. Instead of chasing big cases, I spent my days writing tickets for illegally parked cars. I wanted to scream—but didn’t. Not yet. One day, I crossed paths with Nick Wilde and Finnick—the fox and fennec who made breaking the law look like art. Another day, I saw the Duke of Pitzbühl slipping out of a florist’s shop with a bouquet. I tried to chase him, heart racing—but Bogo scolded me for leaving my post. I swallowed my frustration. Then she came—Mrs. Otterton, frantic. Her husband had vanished. I volunteered immediately. Bogo only allowed it because Bellwether intervened, giving me forty-eight hours to find Otterton—or leave the force forever. I tracked down Nick Wilde, a sly, green-eyed human who could transform into a fox, red and black hair, green shirt, purple-striped tie, beige trousers. Infuriating, charming, and essential to the case. I blackmailed him into helping—my only option. Zootopia is alive with predators and prey, lies and truths, danger and dreams. And I, a human from Bunnyburrow who can become a rabbit, am determined to prove that courage—and maybe a little cunning—can turn even the smallest paws into something unstoppable.