Sometimes I like to pretend I acted better that day.
That I had done something different, something heroic.
He was hurt. He was upset. I know that now.
Back then, I didn't.
I heard the stories about foxes, about predators.
I thought he was going to attack me, just like in the stories.
I used the Fox Spray on him.
He yowled in pain, clutching at his eyes. The reporters swarmed over us, cameras flashing wildly.
It wasn't long after this that Zootopia ousted all of its predator population.
He left before that.
I clutch my stack of paperwork as I smile next to Mayor Bellwether, pretending to everyone that I'm proud to be the Assistant Mayor.
I'm anything but.