Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Zootopia or any of it's content.
Forewarning: This is a really terrible story but I wanted to post something because I haven't in awhile so there. Keep in mind that I really don't like this story.
People like to think that Zootopia is the perfect city, with only minor crimes and the occasional problem. Those of us who know better try not to spoil that image. Unfortunately for us, we don't have the luxury of innocence. We take care of this darker side of Zootopia so that the innocents don't have to.
Anyways I was in my office one fine Friday just sitting around waiting for another case when a lady walked through the door. Quite the lady too, if I do say so myself. I realized then that she was actually talking to me while I had been just staring blankly at certain parts of her body. Parts like her antlers.
"Sorry could you repeat that?" I asked her. She sighed heavily and began again.
"A couple days ago, maybe last Saturday or Sunday, I was going to my sister's apartment downtown and when I knocked no one answered so I just unlocked the door with my extra key. When I walked in no one was there but I saw some blood on the floor."
"Why didn't you call the police?"
"I did but they didn't believe that anyone in this city could do something like this. That's why I came to you Mr. Snowe. They say that you're the best at what you do."
"Well, my dear Ms…" I trailed off hoping to get her name
"Thompson, my name is Alice Thompson."
"Well Alice, it's a pleasure to meet you. Just sign right here and I'll get to work." She signed the papers full of legalese which essentially just meant that I would not disclose any information about the client at any time. Then she got up and made to leave. As she got to the door she turned back and said