The coldness of this winter night was fierce. It scraped and teared at this young kit's skin through his fur like the sand of a sandstorm. His duffel bag dragging along behind him as he made his way through the snow riddled alleyway, flakes of snow fell from the sky above as it continues to blanket the world around in a sea of white. He felt his stomach growl through the howls of this monster storm but he couldn't stop now. He tugged on his bag and continued on his path. He needed to get home and bring back to this mother and siblings the scrapes of food and supplies he had managed to gather during the day. The alleyway opened up into the one of the many main streets of that connected this town together, groups of other animals moving through the sidewalks and streets continuing on with their lives. The young kit merged in with the crowd moving not with the rest of the herd but against the herd. Moving in life not to live but instead simply to survive until the next day where he would repeat the same tasks needed to keep him and his loved ones alive.

The walk was slow and painful as the cold and snow kept coming as if nature herself was trying to bring down this young fox, to defeat him for simply existing in this world. He turned down another alleyway to make the long trip back to his decrepit, worn down home just the tiny bit shorter. A broken mirror flashed in the blinking strobe of the alley light post revealing the appearance of the adolescent kit. His old, fourth generation hand-me downs wore loosely over his small frame. Old tears and rips were covered over with handmade patches that then themselves had tears and rips woven into them. Snow clung onto his body as it continued to fall, his breathe labored and forced as he made his way down the alleyway.

The walls of the alleyway were coated in a wave of posters ranging from simple posters showcasing ads to local businesses up to flyers flaunting faces of animals bidding for a higher power in government or local powers. Posters the kit has seen time and time before during his travels. To his right however, a poster was shown that caught his attention such as it has done time and time again he has passed it up. He stopped in his tracks on his mission home and glazed at its colorful imagine which stood in sharp contrast to the the rest of the cold and gray world he was currently in.

It displayed a vast and wonderful city world. Buildings expending high into the heavens above. A city that looked as if it was cut into four parts and let managed to exist as one whole being. The bright white of the snowy section joined together with the dark brown of the sands of the next which blended together in with the lush greens of the next. A wonderful city where differences mean nothing and where everything just seems like it was meant to be together. At the top of the poster just above where the highest building ended laid the these words, the name of this epic and wondrous metropolis along with the phrase, Zootopia: Where Anyone can be Anything. The fox looked upon this poster was amazement and longing. Zootopia. A world where he can live a normal life. A life where he doesn't have to go to sleep hungry. A world where him and his family could live happily and without worry of what the next day will bring. A world where he could be anything and everything he ever wanted to be.

A strong wind came suddenly, the fox held down on his head to keep his old head wear from flying off into the distance, the poster he held in his heart flapping and swayed in the wind and with a great and thunderous pull, ripped straight from the wall and took flight into the night sky disappearing into the unknown. The fox watched as the poster disappeared into the night sky and it gave him hope. The poster had left into the great unknown and so would he. He would grow and soon he too would venture out into the world and find the city of Zootopia and he would support himself and his family. The dreams and hope of a 10 year old child. He pulled up his duffel bad and continued on his way, filled again with the drive to just live on to the next day. Zootopia.

"Anyone can be anything..." he whispered.