Author's Note:

Two chapters in one day!

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Chapter 14: The ZPD (28) – The Academy (24)

Nick was standing outside the Mystic Springs Oasis, selling pawpsicles to the mammals coming out. Out came an otter who looked like he was sweltering.

"Hello there, good sir!" Nick said, hopping over the cooler to get the otter's attention. "I see you look hot. Would you like a pawpsicle to cool off your tongue?"

"Oh! I guess that would be nice! What's the price?" the otter asked.

"Two bucks, Mr.…"

"Emmitt Otterton. And you are?"

"Wilde. Nick Wilde. And here's your pawpsicle, Emmitt."

"Thank you, and good day!"

Nick sat down on his lawn chair and waited for the next customer, when a shadow covered him. He opened his eyes and saw a tan-colored wolf standing over him.

"Hello, sir!" Nick said, standing up. "Would you like to get a pawpsicle to cool your muzzle?"

"I'd like to see your credentials," the wolf said.

"My what?"

"Your papers that allow you to sell. Where are they? I need to see them."

"Why?"

"Because…" The wolf pulled his wallet out and flipped it open, revealing a ZPD wallet badge. "I am Officer Snarlof of the ZPD. And if you don't have the papers, I need to arrest you."

"Fine. I'll go willingly," Nick said, sticking his arms out so Officer Snarlof could pawcuff him.

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Nick was taken to Precinct One so he could be processed. He was set in the waiting room outside the lawyer who worked at Precinct One.

"Come in," came a voice from inside. Snarlof walked Nick into the office, where a large redwood desk sat in the middle, and a sharp dressed deer buck sat at the other end.

"Redwood. Without a space," Nick mumbled.

"What did you say?" Snarlof asked.

"Nothing, just talking to myself."

"Sit down," said the buck. "I am Barry Buckskin, and I am here to resolve your little problem with the ZPD."

"I'm listening," Nick said.

"So it seems you were selling… pawpsicles—of all things—without a permit. And it seems we've gotten complaints about some lumber being delivered to Little Rodentia. The lumber is… sticky."

"You have proof I did the first, but you can't prove I am responsible for the second."

"The workers described the mammal delivering the lumber as a fox matching your description."

"Ok, but what's so bad about sticky wood? Wouldn't that make the building stronger?"

"To an extent, yes. But using it to build is extremely difficult. Especially if you are a rodent that small."

"So… I need to clean the wood before I sell it?"

"Yes. And you need to get a permit to sell building materials."

"Then I will apply for those two permits I need."

"We will let you do that. That's the 'resolving your problem with the ZPD' part," the buck said handing Nick two papers. "You can go to the waiting area as you fill those out. You can give them to Officer Snarlof to give them to me when you're done."

"Ok then," Nick said as he walked out of the office.

Nick sat down and started filling out the forms.

In the office, the buck was talking to Snarlof.

"I don't trust him," the buck said.

"I don't either, but he does have rights," Snarlof replied.

"I know. Maybe we should make a petition where foxes get fewer rights?"

"And you're a lawyer?"

"I know, I know. That's a bit specist."

"A bit? Ha! There's a 'no discrimination' policy at the ZPD you know."

Nick then walked in, unbeknownst to the two in the office, Nick had heard everything they said.

"Here's the papers. I really need to get going, so could you mail me the permits?" Nick asked.

"Yes, we can do that as long as your mailing address is—oh, I see it here on the paper. You can leave now," the buck said, picking the papers up and looking at them.

"So I guess I shall bid you adieu," Nick said as he walked out.

(Judy)

"Don't go, Judy!" pleaded Jack Savage as he and Judy walked onto the train platform in Bunnyburrow.

"I'm sorry, Jack, but I cannot avoid following my dreams," Judy said.

"Then you will be waiting for me when I return?"

"Yes, Jack. I will wait for you."

"Then I shall wait for you, too," Jack said, stepping into the train. "And please don't go to the Police Academy. It's too dangerous for you."

"What about Boot Camp?"

"That's because I'm a buck rabbit."

Judy snorted. "Yeah right. I'm sure I could pass Boot Camp faster than you."

"Bye!" Jack said as the doors closed.

"Goodbye!" Judy said, waving as the train sped off.

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A few months later, Judy was boarding the train herself to go to the Zootopia Police Academy. All of her little siblings were on the platform to say goodbye. Her parents were there, too.

"Judy, I'm proud of you for making it this far. You've gone farther than any bunny has ever dared," Stu said.

"Thanks, Dad," Judy said.

"I'm still scared, but I think you can manage," Bon said.

"I'll be fine, Mom."

"Call us when you get there, Judy!" Bon said.

Just then, the train pulled up. Judy got on board as she said her goodbyes.

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"Listen up Cadets!" yelled the female polar bear during orientation. She always seemed like she was yelling. "Zootopia has twelve unique ecosystems within its city limits! Tundratown! Sahara Square! Rainforest District, to name a few! You're gonna have to master all of them before you hit the streets! Or guess what?" the trainer leaned towards Judy. "You'll be dead!"

Everyone got lined up at one end of the Sahara Square simulator, and the trainer turned on large fans at on end to simulate a sandstorm.

"Scorching sandstorm!"

Judy crawled as hard as possible, but the wind was too much. Suddenly, the wind blew a bunch of sand, covering Judy completely—except for her cotton-ball of a tail.

"You're dead, Bunny Bumpkin!"

Next up, the Rainforest District simulator, where everyone needed to do monkey bars over a mud-pit.

"One-thousand foot fall!"

Almost as soon as the trainer said that, Judy slipped and fell down face-first into the mud.

"You're dead, Carrot Face!"

Next up, scaling a giant ice wall in the Tundratown simulator.

"Frigid ice wall!"

Judy couldn't get up much more than a meter before falling into the frigid ice water at the bottom.

"You're dead, Farm Girl!"

(A/N: Why do people call someone a farm girl or farm boy to insult them? Is there something wrong with raising the food you eat? What if all the farmers quit? What would you eat? I am a farm boy, and if someone called me that, I would take it as a compliment. It just always puzzled me as to why that was done. Sorry for my rant. Continue reading.)

Finally, a sparring match. Judy was up against a rhino pretending to be a criminal.

"Enormous criminal!"

Judy ran head-first into the fight and got knocked out pretty quickly.

"You're dead!"

Judy also failed climbing rope, cruiser driving, and other various assignments.

At the end of the day, Judy went to the restroom, but the toilet was so big, she fell in!

"Filthy toilet! You're dead, Fluff Butt!" the trainer yelled, who just happened to be in the next stall over.

Judy took a run during the evening out on the parade ground. Voices of the past were running through her head.

"Just quit and go home, Fuzzy Bunny!" said the drill instructor.

"There's never been a bunny cop," said Stu.

"Never!" said Bon.

"Never!" said Stu.

"Just a stupid carrot-farming dumb bunny!" said Gideon Grey.

But during the night, Judy was trying to improve herself. She would never quit.

The next day…

The Cadets were redoing the previous day's assignments.

Judy made a plan. She ran as fast as she could towards the ice wall. She jumped onto the heads of the other mammals who were climbing, so she could get across.

The drill instructor was impressed and smiled.

At the sparring ring, Judy dodged all of the rhino's attacks, until she could get to the edge. She used the ropes to launch herself towards the rhino's face, then kicking his fist to knock himself out.

Several months later, at the graduation ceremony…

"As mayor of Zootopia, I am proud to announce that my Mammal Inclusion Initiative has produced its first police academy graduate. Valedictorian of her class, ZPD's very first rabbit officer, Judy Hopps!"

As Judy walked onto the stage, she could hear her family cheering for her, except for Stu, who was sobbing.

Mayor Lionheart cleared his throat as he leaned down to his sheep assistant. "Assistant Mayor Bellwether, her badge?"

"Oh! Yes, yes of course!" Bellwether said as she pinned the badge to Judy's chest.

"Thank you," Lionheart said.

Judy stood tall as Lionheart began to address her.

"Judy, it is my great privilege to officially assign you to the heart of Zootopia. Precinct One: City Center."

"Congratulations, Officer Hopps," Bellwether said.

"I won't let you down." Judy said. "This has been my dream since I was a kid."

"You know, it's a real proud day for us little guys."

"Bellwether, make room, will ya? Come on," Lionheart said as he shoved Bellwether out of his way, standing beside Judy. "Ok, Officer Hopps. Let's see those teeth."

Photographers started taking pictures for newspapers and the news programs.

Author's Note:

That's the end of Judy's story. It will continue in the next full-length story I publish, which will be a first-person recreation of the movie Zootopia. It will give more details in areas I feel need more depth.