Hey guys, Electric Fox. Yes it has been a while. Anyway. The other stories are being abandoned because I'd rather write this one. This story is very personal and strong to my heart. This will cover a lot of my personal issues and sensitive subjects. Even though I'm opening up a lot about myself I won't reveal everything. Some things may be personal safety other things are just too touchy of a subject. Anyway, I will write what I let on. So here is my autobiography written in the world of Zootopia. Some things have changed to fit my life but most things are the same. This will be set in a British styled Zootopia as I am British. Anyway on with the story.

If life was a curve ball I would catch it and smash it out of the park.

Electric Fox.


Chapter 1: 0-1

Zootopia Hospital

There they were, expecting their second child at any moment. Judy was in the operating theatre whilst Nick was helping by comforting Judy in her hour of need. My brother was also there waiting for the new arrival of the family. Then the moment of truth, the head, then the body then everything. The crying started straight after.

After cleaning up the baby, the vitals were checked. There he was born Josh Hill. Species: Box (mainly fox). "Hello Josh, welcome to the family." Said Judy in a happy/tired/relieved voice. "Hey there little guy." Said Nick with an honest smile on his face rather than the plastered smirk. Little did I know that I was born to the cities greatest heroes with the fame and hate that goes with it.


Devon Holiday

In August later that year came my first holiday. I had visited the Burrows but I wouldn't call that a holiday. Anyway, we travelled about 300 miles south to a county called Devon. Devon is a nice place, it's relaxed, peaceful and has a nice slow pace. It also has a lot of static caravan parks. On in which we went on holiday to. Where I can say this was a holiday, I wouldn't call it exciting and I cannot remember anything so I'm just going off of assumptions.

Moving Out

So my parents needed a new house. The old one was too small for a growing family so we decide to move out and get a house around the block but it had much more room. A 3 bedroom semi-detached. Not big, not small. It was affordable and it had no defects. It was also located right next to a high school. Life for us seemed perfect.

I have lived in his house for the last fifteen years, a lot has changed, I lot I would change. The house however, is not one of them. I love the house, not the town I live in.


Lost Family

I was only 8 or 9 months old when it happened. I lost my Great Grandad then soon after I lost my dog. Gone forever. I would have loved to have spoken to my great grandad, I wish he was hear. I would love to listen to his stories. Back from when he was younger. My dad and my grandad say he was a great man. I can only dream.

As for my dog. Well, people can say you can get another dog. Well that maybe true, but you can't get that dog again. They're all unique and they all win your heart. That is why it hurts so much when you lose them. A dog is more than a possession, its part of your family, your life. Ben was 16 when he died. He was old. I never truly met him. Life takes away things before you meet them.