This is a Zootopia Fanfiction only.
As time went by mom began to wonder what I was doing with all the money we were not spending, believe it or not, a nine-year-old kid was making quite a bit of money per day, selling juice, I even managed to rent a location, and now have fridges to make sure the juice being sold is nice and cold for those warm summer days.
My childhood friend Fink also sells it frozen as ice pops. Granted that was not my idea, it was suggested by my godfather. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him in a while, I better go to the tundra district and visit him. He might have another pearl of wisdom for me.
As I got off the tram that takes me to the tundra district I saw Finnick making the ice pops, got to say pretty clever of him using the cold of this place to freeze them. I walked over to him and he immediately smiled. "Hey Finnick, see you are busy as usual, be sure to tell me if you run out of juice. I will make you a new batch as soon as I get back to my place."
He looked at me and began to laugh, "Don't worry Nick, if I am short I will be sure to go and get more, you know I really need to give you the cut of my profits one of these days." I could not help laughing, I told him to deposit it in my bank account, I also told him that I trust him as what I always thought of him as, my brother.
"Sorry I can't stop to chat bro, but I got to visit my godfather. Don't want him to think I forgot about him, and I also have to deliver a birthday present. I sure hope Gram-mama likes these flowers. I ordered them especially for her birthday you know, got to respect our elders right?"
He also laughed as he finished packing the ice pops, they sure freeze quickly in the tundra district. "Sure, sure, you just don't want to upset our godfather. I get it, but I do have to admit she is rather nice, could you tell her that they came from both of us?" I told him was already going to do it, his name is on the happy birthday card right next to mine.
As I walked I left I could hear him laughing, well as long as my bro is happy, I finally made it to the home of my godfather, he sure lives in luxury let me tell you, the home is massive, and he has quite a few polar bear guards around. When I arrived two of them picked me up and carried me into the office, what gives?
As I waited for my godfather to be brought into the office, I saw the picture of gram-mama, why is the picture frame like that? Don't tell me she died! No, she had so many years left, that can't be true, gram-mama can't be dead. This must be a practical joke, some of these polar bear jerks doing something like this, I will have to ask my godfather about this!
"A Nick, I see you finally showed up, I would not have believed it, Nick, for you to disrespect my gram-mama like this, for you to give her a rug, a rug made from the butt of a skunk, a skunk butt rug, on her birthday no less. The shock of it caused her to have a heart attack and died, she was once engaged to the very skunk once."
Hold on a second, I would never do that to her. She was always nice to me, I loved her like family, she even made me this really tasty cannoli. She died, and these jerks never even told me when her funeral was going to be? Because of these albino meatheads, I didn't get to attend her funeral and they do this!
"Godfather, I am sorry to tell you this, but I never got a notice of gram-mama's funeral, I would never disrespect her, you know how much I loved her. As for the rug, I never bought a rug especially made from the butt of a skunk. It is true I was really busy with mom being sick, so I could only deliver my present. Really wanted to wish her a happy birthday, but I really needed to take care of mom, I know she would understand."
My godfather got off his chair and looked at me directly into my eyes, "So what exactly did you buy my gram-mama?" I told him I got her that perfume she liked so much with a box of those candies she loved to snack on. I spent over five hundred bucks on it, I even told him my accountant probably still has the receipt.
"So it was not you, someone wanted to make you take the wrap for something they did, use you as a scapegoat, looking at your eyes, I can see you are being honest, I can also tell you been crying, you saw her funeral portrait it seems. My godson, I told you many times we may be more civil now, but deep down we are still animals. So godson what brings you to visit?"
I was finally able to sit down on a chair near his desk. "Well godfather I thought that gram-mama's birthday was tomorrow, so I since mom is not sick this year, I thought I could deliver my birthday present personally this year, and then I find this."
He looked at me and began to nod his head, "What did you bring her?" I placed the bouquet of flowers I knew she loved, and a birthday card on his desk. Those flowers have to be cultivated in a climate controlled greenhouse, they cost but it was a gift for gram-mama and she deserves it or did. I still can't believe someone would do something like this, cause the death of such a kind and caring person.
"So even not knowing she is gone, you wanted to give her this gift. Don't cry godson, I promise that these flowers will be placed on her grave, I am sure gram-mama will smile from heaven, as for the one that dared to use you as a scapegoat, I also promise I will find him and make him pay for doing you this disservice."
I got near him and kissed his hand where he had the family ring. "It is nice to see that at least you godson always respect me, and thank you for caring so much for my dearly departed gram-mama. You will have to excuse me godson, but I need to find the scum that did that to you and gram-mama, the fool will be sleeping with the fishes by the end of today."
Boy, that reminds me of how scary my godfather can be when he is really angry. I sure hope his daughter is alright, the tundra district would be running red if someone dared to harm her.
I left his home and walked towards the tram. I still can't believe she died, wait for a second, she died from the heart attack caused by the shock of seeing that rug, this was no accident, someone wanted to kill her, and blame me for causing her death. I see, sleep with the fishes, he is getting off easy if that is all he is suffering, I would definitely ice him first.
As I walked back to the marketplace, I saw some of the merchants that supply my business, and sure enough, they came towards me. "Great, we just wanted to see you kid. I know you get most of your fruit from my place, and in fact, since it is a little past grocery store standards you get a discount, but today is the day I finally introduce you to something new."
He pretty much gave me these dark blue berries, "Now this is blueberries, they are grown in a community called Bunnyburrow. I have been trying to think of ways I could help you add variety to your juice menu." You would never expect this from such a big and burly guy, I decided what the hell might as well try it.
I ate one, just one, and I loved it. I ate every single one that he had placed in my paw. I kid you not, these blueberries were in a word delicious. "Baloo I agree with you, these are great. I think they will make great juice and ice pops. Can you sell me a few crates and when can I expect your people to deliver?"
He laughed he pretended to look in his calendar, even I know he is pretending since he isn't even bothering to touch it. "I think I can have two crates added to your first shipment of next month. I will need to talk to you about the price. I am thinking since you never offered it 20 bucks per crate how does that sound?"
I looked at him and could not help but to say it sounds like a sweet deal to me. He began to laugh again, I understand my puns are awful but I am not even a teenager, I don't think they expect comedy gold from me.
I finally made back home and mom was busy making dinner, "Is that your son? Could you come to the kitchen and give me a hand with something?" The obvious answer was yes I can. I walked in saw my mother trying to cook dinner and trying to wash dishes switching between the stove and the sink. I decided to take care of the dishes.
I pulled up my stool and climb up to reach the sink, "No problem mom, you take care of the stove, leave these dishes to me. I will have them spotless." I put on an apron and began washing everything in the sink, I guess this is my fault, never realized we had so many dirty dishes, pots, pans, and utensils. I guess I left in a hurry to deliver my gift and taking care of the things for my business.
"So did she like your gift?" I didn't want to remember that again, I told mom that gram-mama was dead, I told her that I even missed her funeral. She clearly stopped what she was doing since she came up to me hugged me from behind as I stood on my stool. "Don't cry my boy, I am sure at least she is in a better place."
I sure hope that is the case, as we both continue to work, she actually finished cooking before I finished washing everything out of the sink. She actually ended up helping me finish washing and drying the last remaining dishes.
As soon as I got done with the dishes I put my final touches on my homework, just because I have a business doesn't mean I get to slack off in school. I am as serious about my schoolwork as I am about my juice business. If anything I can always trust Finnick to keep an eye on the place should I need to stay more time in school due to an assembly.
Everything ready and checked, I made my backpack, everything is done. I read the paper and looked through mom's cooking books about a possible juice I could make for people that do not need that much sugar, also looked at possible uses for blueberries in juices. It was late I better go to sleep. I decided to change out of my clothes and call it a night.
"I still wonder who made those delicious blueberries. I really wish Baloo would tell me what is the name of the farm that grows the fruit and vegetables I use for my juices and Finnick's ice pops. Well got a busy day tomorrow. Good night mom, pleasant dreams." I could hear her laughing and wishing me the same.
As I woke up I took a piece of toast with some spread and got ready for the beginning of a new day. I got my backpack, wallet, and left a note for mom telling her I was off to school and would be back later in the afternoon.
As I walked towards the school I saw many other people glaring at me, nothing new, I may live in the same neighborhood but that doesn't mean we are welcomed, my godfather is right we might have evolved, but we are still animals deep down. Will there ever be a time when I am no longer just another shifty fox to people?
As I went to my classroom people of school staff ignored me, well that is nothing new, they do that ever since I first began to study at their elementary school. I entered my classroom and walked over to the side of the door, there was a table for all of us to place our homework on. I placed my homework in a fruit print folder with my name on it.
I also made a second folder which is still in my bag in case someone in my class decided to take mine and rip it up so I get in trouble, not going to happen again. This time I was ready they hate me cause I have top grades, well not my fault these idiots don't study, instead of playing around they should do their homework. I am running a business and I am their age, they got no excuse to be lazy.
"Good Morning teacher, I hope you are feeling better." My teacher was a Doe of about the same age as my mom, she was always kind to everyone but she knew when to be tough but at least she was fair. She smiled and asked me to bring her my homework folder. I of course did.
"Thank you, Nick, yes, my back doesn't hurt as much, it is very sweet of you to ask." I went to sit at my seat and waited for the horde to come running into the room. I call them a horde because it feels like a stampede when they come running into the room. I guess regular baths are not a common thing, some of my classmates stink, well some of them are skunks, but they at least take a bath.
Hours of going over things I already know this stuff is elementary, the basics of the basic, then again why I am so shocked it is elementary school after all. Having these memories from my previous life is sometimes a blessing and sometimes not so much. You would think that being the top student would mean the others would ask me to help them with the things they didn't understand, but no, it made them bitter and envious.
"Nick Wilde, could you please solve the problem on the board?" I smiled at my teacher and walked over to the board, let's see I expect it will be an addition, division, subtraction or even multiplications problem, two times three sort of problem like the others had solved today.
As I walked over to the board I began to read and I was confused for the first time in my class. The problem was x square minus nine equal zero. Wait for a second this is not arithmetic, this is algebra, why is my teacher asking me this? I couldn't exactly turn around and tell her I didn't know because that would be first a lie, and second I would feel dumb for even saying this.
I took the chalk and began to write x equals three and minus three. I wrote the entire process of how I factored and everything. I went back to my seat. The teacher just looked at me and looked at the board, then looked at me, "Correct, good work Mr. Wilde." I, of course, said thank you.
Why did my third-grade teacher ask me an algebra question? No need to think about it now, need to concentrate and pay attention in class, mom did raise no class clown. As soon as the school day ended the teacher asked me to stay behind, boy I will have to thank Finnick again today.
Why ask me to stay? Did I do something wrong? I was getting more and more anxious as my classmates began to sing that you are in trouble, you are going to get it. Innocent and kind children my foot, they have a bright future as thugs.
"Nick I wanted to ask you something. How did you know how to solve that math problem?" I waited till she stopped talking and told her mom has her books when she went to school and I liked to read ever since I learned to read when I was two years old. I apologized if I did anything wrong. She immediately smiled and told me I did nothing wrong.
She even told me that she only asked in order to test what I knew. "Nick it is just that you seem to be getting bored during segments of my class, I wanted to know how much you actually already know," I told her without even hesitation basic algebra. I am really going to be late for work. She kept asking me questions, politics, economics, history I didn't know so much, geography a little bit how the weather happens and climate conditions, and finally philosophy.
Honestly, I never had to answer these many questions before in my new life, it felt like an oral exam at my college days back in my previous life. "I think I understand, I ask that you please try and understand, I can't teach at your level, and I can't change the class curriculum to make it interesting for just you."
I told her, of course, I understand we had to think about the welfare of my classmates, I wasn't so selfish as to do that to them. She promised me that she would let me have during math problems that I might find interesting when we do our math worksheets.
I was ready to leave but I was not rude, I told her that I wish she had a wonderful day, and I left school, walked towards my home. My backpack was secure everything was going to be good, except I think Finnick will be a little upset that I kept him waiting as much as I did.