Put on

Judy said, "Oh look, my Aunt Gerty knitted all of us matching sweaters."

Nick scowled. "I'm not wearing that outside."

"Why not? Aww come on. Just imagine how cute we'll look wearing these."

"Fluff, you and Little Carrots can wear yours, but foxes don't wear sweaters with carrots on them. Plus I'm pretty sure it's against the law for a predator to wear wool."

Judy rolled her eyes. "As long as it isn't still attached to any other part of the sheep it's fine."

"I have sensitive skin, and I feel like I'm breaking out in hives just looking at it." Nick held up the sweater. "How big does your Aunt Gerty think I am, anyway? This would fit Rita."

"Speaking of Rita, I think this trunk warmer must be for her."

Nick laughed. "If she doesn't want it, we could use another sleeping bag. And I decided I'll wear the sweater, if you wear the one I got you."

Judy looked at him incredulously. "You have got to be kidding me."

"What? Do you know how long it took me to find a tasteful sweater in your size?"

"Nothing that says, 'I'm with foxy' can ever be considered tasteful."

Naughty

Bonnie set the tray of cookies on the table to cool. She looked at the clock. Just enough time to make a quick trip to the bathroom and get back to wrap them up for Gideon before he got there.

Seconds after she left, Nick arrived and glanced around the kitchen before he grabbed two cookies. He subtly rearranged the other cookies around the large gingerbunny to fill in the gaps on the tray and stuffed the two in his mouth as he left the room.

Judy could swear she'd seen Nick go into the kitchen. She started to walk back out into the living room when she spied the tray of cookies. Certainly no one would miss the one little star cookie in the corner? Judy heard someone coming, so she grabbed the cookie and ran out the back door.

Nick peeked around the corner and sniffed the air. Relieved that the room was empty, he walked over to eye the gingerbread bunny. He noticed someone had already taken the star that was in the corner, so he grabbed two more cookies. The tray was looking pretty sparse now, but again subtly rearranging the remaining five cookies made the crime a bit less obvious. He gobbled down the cookies before he followed Judy's scent out the back door.

Four small rabbits stealthily crept across the kitchen floor, and four small paws reached blindly over the edge of the table, each snatching a cookie before they noiselessly fled the room.

Seconds later, Stu came through the back door and sighed with relief, thankful that he hadn't missed out on Bonnie's cookies. He picked up the gingerbunny and had just taken a bite when his wife stepped through the door from the living room and screamed.

Nice

"We can't accept your gift, sir."

Even though Judy had barged into his office, Chief Bogo didn't look up from the paperwork on his desk. "Is it unsatisfactory?"

"No, it's just… sir, I thought you said this was from all the officers? But I found out that you bought us these. No one else contributed. We think you're being way too generous."

Bogo looked into her eyes and quietly asked, "Then why isn't Wilde here as well?"

Judy rubbed her neck nervously. "Because he didn't want to give them back."

Bogo snorted. "Then I've misjudged you. Between the two of you, apparently he's the smarter mammal."

"But sir-"

"Hopps." He'd said her name loudly, and her ears flattened against her head. Bogo paused and rubbed his temples before continuing in a normal voice. "Judy, I have misjudged you. Both of you, from the very beginning. This small gesture is my way of making amends."

"But-"

"Don't interrupt me. It's been a rough few years for you and Officer Wilde. A honeymoon you can both enjoy is what you need right now."

"I… I don't know what to say." Bogo raised an eyebrow, and she smiled. "Thank you, sir."

Cozy

A trail of wet mittens, wool hats, and jackets covered with half melted snow lead the way to a bundle of red and gray fur wrapped in blankets on the couch. The soft warm glow from the fireplace gently illuminates the room where the fox and rabbit rhythmically breathe as one, pajama clad bodies curled around their daughter, who dreams of cold snow forts and steaming hot chocolate.