My name is Wilde. Nick Wilde. I am the worlds nicest fox and they ruin my life for no reason. You see in the animal kingdom of the Zootopia where animal sing a melody musical about it being full of Koombia. Isn't as wonderful as it is pictured out to be. I had to grow up as an only child of two parents. My father was an entrepreneur, and my mom I am not sure what she does for living. Probably is a con-artist like I turned out to be. I never had asked.

There are times where I wished my mother gotten a real job. Instead of wasting time conning and stealing from the gullible. However, I'm always told by my family. We can't change what we are, we're the Wilde's. She told me she once almost had a real job with the crime boss, named Mr. Big who actually isn't really that big. She promised me one day I will follow her footsteps in being a bigger schemer then her. In order to make money to help us afford our apartment a lot easier. I however as her only fox-kit, had no plans of being a con-artist. I had something else in mind.

Ever since seeing the commercial on TV for becoming a Junior Ranger Scouts and since taking a family camping trip to one of the many National Regions within outside the skirts of Zootopia. It inspired me to become part of the Junior Ranger Scouts. I plan on becoming a Junior Ranger myself. Only we needed money in order to join and for the uniform. The uniforms are pretty pricey. They are about $99.99. It sucks.

"How are we going to get me a uniform? I really want to become part of the Junior Ranger Scouts."

"It's simple really," my mother says, "We do what us foxes do best, con the gullible with ridiculous ideas. It's what our nature is. In order to get that uniform you have to go down with our family generations."

"It's not honest."

"It may not be honest, however it's how we survive."

"Your mother's right son!" the door is open to our apartment and there is my father. He stands there in his business uniform. He's here to take me for the weekend. "Trust me I'll show you how easy it is to fool our suckers! The pray are easy to fool."

It doesn't take long for the sound of beeping to be heard. "What's that beeping sound?"

"Oh don't worry about that. My dear boy," my mother tried to cover up for my father, "Obviously that's something we haven't told you."

"Haven't told me what?"

"There is a new order in Zootopia."

"By who?"

"Well in order to live in peace in Zootopia. It's now a law, that every single predator in our nation has to wear shock-collars. They are set to go off every-time we try and eat our pray. It keeps us from turning violet and savage. I haven't forgotten the time when Duke Weaselton's grandfather had turned savage. The poor thing had to be put to rest. At least he got a nice-long journey of a walk. Before he went to la-la land."

"I am going to have to wear a shock-collar?"

"Yes. Children of the pray have to obey the law."

This is what it is like being a predator. Even for a fox. My life of a fox is becoming more difficult. However I think I will work on my manipulation skills even if I have to wear a stupid shock collar. "Where do you take me for these?"

"Doctor's Office."

"You mean at Dr. Armadillo's?"

"Yep. The lamb scientist Dr. Overcast came up with the idea. He spreaded it to the nations and all the pray agreed and voted on it. We didn't have equal rights to vote."

"You mean we have no choice."

"Yep. It's been decided."

"Can't a life of a fox, get any worse? I think it just did."