Chapter 21

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"What the…?" Gus gawped, dropping down to glance at the space beneath the fridge. He darted up, grabbed a ruler, before pushing it under and pulling it out. All that was left was a twisted bit of foil, covered in a light ash. "What the…?"

"Yeah, what the fuzz is that?" Finnick asked, coming in and leaning down. He picked it up and gave it a sniff. He flicked his fingers a few times. "I've seen something like this before, but…"

Gus looked at him, then down again, all oblivious to the actions of the other mammals. Mr Fox was walking around, sniffing deeply as he tried to detect nighthowler scents. Meanwhile, Jack wandered over to the corkboard. Most of the air had cleared so, through the little hidden camera, those in the van had the perfect view of Duke's pictures.

"That's crater lake!" Judy said, pointing at an old picture, Nick nodding in agreement.

Skye nodded. "Look at that picture of a volcano up there, Jack."

The bunny nodded, peeking in. Judy looked at it and smiled. "Looks like Mt Shasta."

Skye frowned, shaking her head. "No, that's Mt Hood."

"You sure?"

"Certain," the swift fox vixen said. "Passed it on a bike trip up to Stergis years back. Back me up here, Honey."

The honey badger looked closer, an eyebrow rising. "Well it's not St Helens…"

"Doesn't matter," Judy cut in. "We can check later. Keep on scanning around."

Jack did just that, giving a quick overview of the rest of the board. There was a picture postcard of a small squat lighthouse, the title giving it as the Cape Bears light. Lower down, there was a picture of a loosely packed coastal town amongst the trees, cliffs rising to the side and some arches off in the distance.

However, Judy's eyes were focussed on one thing in particular. "That picture there," she said, "with the water tower at the back." Jack nudged over, revealing a photo-film era selfie of Duke. Behind him was a low slung garage on the outskirts of a town somewhere, a large water tower poking up behind it all. Judy scowled as she saw that only a smudge of the town's name was present, completely indecipherable. What interested her the most though were the facts that the lot was surrounded by old camper vehicles, a weasel in the background giving one a wash. Judy couldn't help but notice that Duke was sniggering slightly as he gave the oblivious presumed family member a middle finger. "Get in close."

Jack did just that, giving a few wide scans of the corkboard just in case. Backing off, Jack looked down at Kylie, the opossum shrugging and shaking his head, before pointing off into a corner. The camping equipment was gone.

Jack nodded, before turning back to the discussion with Gus. As planned, they'd given an explanation about a grease-stained bit of foil. A takeaway had coated it, it hadn't been thrown away and slipped behind the fridge, getting dried out by the heatsink, before a static spark or something lit the fumes. Not the most likely explanation, but it gave something logical that Gus could latch on to, and he nodded, agreeing, before looking out over the mess on the ground floor uncomfortably. "Right," he mumbled, before glancing around. Jack broke away, looking over at the picture board again.

"It's okay, Jack," Judy said. "We've got that."

The bunny ignored them, scanning closer.

"Uh, Jack…"

"-Hang on, I think I know what he's doing," Nick said with a smile.

The girls looked at him for a second or two before being broken off, the sound of Gus' voice speaking out. "-You looking at Duke's pics?"

"Just swear I saw some of these places before," he replied. "I recognised crater lake, but I'm not sure where that town is."

"Me neither," Gus replied, walking over.

"And I swear that rings a bell," the hare said, tapping on the picture with Duke and his presumed relative.

"You could have asked Duke were he in," Gus replied. "He has a cousin who worked at a camper rental place, ended up buying it a few years later or so. He'll have slipped over there to pick one up, then going wherever he goes."

"I thought you said he was going camping?"

"Eh. Camping, camper vanning, basically the same thing."

"Ever been in a scrappy tent during a thunderstorm? It's not."

Gus cracked a smile. "Guess so."

"Well, hopefully he'll have decent weather in his van anyways."

"Yeah," Gus shrugged, "wherever he is."

Jack nodded, before stepping out the door with the others. They gave Gus a wave, slipped back out, down and around, before making their way all the way back to the van. Nick opened the door, and they all jumped.

Mr Fox looked around, smiling. "So, how much of a success was all of that?"

Judy got up and nodded. "I'd say it was pretty insightful."

Mr Fox smiled and slipped his borrowed aviators back on. "I'd say it was…" Duuuh-Duuuuhhhhh "Fantastic."

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Catano ducked down and through the door before standing up again, her ears almost hitting the ceiling. Most of the rooms appeared nice, the pair turning and entering a big lounge. It had a floor to ceiling window with sliding doors, giving access to a grassy terrace, complete with a small pool. Beyond that was the same amazing view of the city.

Inside were the two other members of the family holding back and staring at her. Alicia Calrama, or Alicia Bellwether as she'd once been known, was much more like a traditional ewe, wearing a big blue flowery dress to cover her thick white wool and with the usual brown rectangular eyes of her species. They threw Kii off a bit and she tried to ignore them. By feline standards, she wasn't pretty, but the cheetah guessed that by sheep standards she was. She was nothing like Dawn too: regular sized, even a bit large, for a sheep and with much shorter ears. Her head itself had no thick wool to the sides or on top, it was all a very thin black fuzz bar around her mouth and nose where it turned white. She also had two horns that swept out and down from the top of her head and completed half a loop before ending.

Maisy was a mix. Her ears were short, her wool worn long, her height normal sized for a sheep and there was no giant head puff, just a little white curl up on top of her solid black face. Her eyes were her father's shape but her mother's colour, while her face… The different colour was a throw off, as was the fact that it was a bit longer, but now knowing the truth it really began to ring some bells (no pun intended). She turned away though, burying her head in her mother's side, physically shaking as the ewe hugged her, sending the big cat a warning glare.

Catano couldn't help but shy away. The poor girl was terrified: could it be because of her guilt, or might it be just regular fear? Did she know about mammals like Gruinard Gal?

"You're here to talk to me," Dominic warned. "You so much say a word to her and I'm pushing you out and getting my lawyer onboard. Understood?"

"Understood," she repeated, "though, if she's willing to answer, I can ask questions to help with the investigation."

He turned to glare at her.

"If she wants, she can just stay silent, and you can be there by her side," she repeated.

He didn't look impressed, giving her a warning look before leading her on. Dominic pulled out a key from under a plant pot and unlocked a nearby door. They went into an internal room, the door shutting behind them. It was used as an office, some computers and a desk chair laid out and with band posters (mainly Ewe2) hanging up on the side. He pulled down a fold down table from the wall and brought out two chairs, Catano pausing as she saw that the rear end was covered with a curtain.

He saw her looking and snorted. "You probably hate me already, so this won't matter."

He pulled the curtain away, revealing a huge display case, full of pictures. All of them containing one huge point of commonality; Dawn Bellwether – Alone, in a group, on the mayoral stand, as a lamb, with Lionheart, with Maisy at points in her childhood. Catano scanned it all, briefly catching a glimpse of the other Bellwether brother, the eldest. He looked very similar to the rest, the family resemblance between the three siblings and two parents obvious.

"Well, go on," he spoke, sitting back and opening up his hooves. "Get it out of the way."

For some reason, she couldn't. Sure, she knew what he was talking about. Had this just been the pictures of Bellwether then she'd have been rightfully angry at what was essentially a shrine for a monstrous criminal, even with the family connection. She'd seen things like it before, you still had occasional prey-supremacist 'truthers' who claimed that her arrest was all a conspiracy, even down to her carrot pen recorded confession. She'd endured one long and painful interview where an angry ram had gone on about how the predophile Judy Hopps and her preydophile 'pelt' had set it up and lured her in. She'd called the cops, fearing for her friend, only to be met with a betrayal, a police sting and a deep-faked or impressionist created 'confession'. After that, some rams were picked off the street and labelled as her co-conspirators, Jessey and Woolter blackmailed into making their false confessions. The ZPD had then used fake data trails to justify a purging of all anti pred-supremacy mammals that they wanted to remove, leaving small mammals once more at the mercy of savage preds like her.

When asked why the savage predators had then stopped appearing, he said that the predators had chosen to stop doing it, helping to sell the ruse. It wouldn't be long before they could start it up again, this time knowing that the worse it got, the more blame and vitriol could be thrown at random prey mammals like him.

A rather nasty bunny meanwhile had fully accepted everything that Dawn had done, and had then said she was a hero for doing it and that preds like her deserved everything they got. Both had made shrines to Bellwether, in each case the sight sending a little shiver down her spine and a thrust of bile up her throat. But this one, though, with the evil ewe so ensnared amongst family life, birthdays, parties and all sorts… She didn't feel that. "It feels strange," she said.

"Huh?"

"I'm not sure what to think," she said, sitting down. "Tell me, do you believe she did it?" She'd encountered family members of major criminals before, some of whom just couldn't process the fact.

"Of course," he spoke, looking down. "Maybe I held onto a faint hope at first, but after first seeing her a day after her arrest and asking her, well…"

He left it unsaid, Catano nodding. So he did know, but still kept them all.

"-Maybe you only know her as the monster of Zootopia," he began, cutting her off. "But I've known her all my life. She was there when I was tiny, fussing over my wool or waiting by my bed for me to wake up, joking that she was 'the dawn'. We did everything together, I loved her as you would your brothers and sisters. Do you have any?"

"No," she answered, truthfully.

"Well, given that she was older, imagine that it was a parent who did it. How would you feel?"

"Angry," she said. "Furious that they could do such a thing, mad that they could break my trust like that. I'd get rid of the pictures and publicly call them out."

He held quiet for a second or two. "I love her too much for that," he spoke, plainly. "She'll always be my big sister, I'll always hold onto the good memories and focus on them. Not denying she did dreadful, evil, things, but I can split apart both of those things and try and enjoy the memories she left me."

Catano nodded. She remembered Clawhauser's comments, enjoying those videos while knowing that they were nasty nonsense. He wasn't bad or anything, he was a good mammal, but in her view that was a bad thing he was doing. She felt the same here, though added in was a sense of sympathy. He just didn't want all his cherished memories to be tarnished. Regardless of their differences though, she had a job to do. "Very well. So, are you aware of what happened?"

"A fox had night howlers in his locker. Now you lot have decided that, being a fox, it couldn't have been him. My daughter going to the same school, ah now there's someone politically correct to pin the blame on."

Her right ear twitched a bit. "Is that why you think we're looking at you, political reasons?"

"Well, why else?" he asked.

"I mean, why on earth would a fox have that stuff in his locker?" she asked, her paws going up as she cast her line out.

"I don't know," he replied, crossing his arms. "Maybe he planned to transfer them to my daughters locker but was caught before he had a chance. Maybe, if you insist it was a plant, they were going for her locker but got the wrong one. Ever thought of that? Perfect bit of revenge on the Bellwether family there, nobody would question it, we'd all be guilty the moment it was revealed. But it was found on a fox and, if it was him, then it would be part of a plot that involves him showing certain negative attributes or characteristics." There was a pause. "Ones, often unfairly, thrown out at vulpines, something that's rightfully a great embarrassment to this city. Of course, society wants to look nice and clean and innocent and modern, and those in politics and the police want to make sure that no-one can accuse them of such backward and nasty things as accusing a fox of being sneaky and untrustworthy. Perfectly understandable."

"I'm following you," she said. Given the tip-offs and what she knew, his daughter being the target was, as far as she could see, out of the question. She was tempted to let him know that, so that, if innocent, he could at least be at ease there. But that would be giving too much away. It was best to let him talk on.

"Of course, we then get a fox doing just that. You don't want to look bad, you don't want to ruin all your good work, you don't want to put the narrative back in the paws of the nasty mammals who hate innocent foxes for no reason. Heck, if it had been others reporting this before the big discovery, you guys would probably label them as those kind of fox hating mammals too and throw them out, however much they tried to come back and beg. They're just trashy scum to you, not worth your time."

"-I'd listen to them," she said, butting in. "I took a vow and part of that is to act with integrity."

He nodded. "Maybe you're a better cop than most. But some aren't, same for those further up the ladder. And, for them, having a fox be the bad guy here was a no-go. A sheep, though? Ah, well who cares about sheep. Look what they tried to do to our city, they're the bad guys in it."

"-I don't think sheep are evil," Catano butted in, wanting to make that clear.

"Fair enough, again, not every cop. You probably know about ovinophobia and all that, and all the horrible things recently said about my species. In fact, you probably don't want it to be a sheep at all. But, you then learn that the nearest sheep to him was Dawn Bellwether's niece. Now, every mammal can get behind that story. There's no fox being shifty or untrustworthy, no sheep being prey supremacists and all in league. It's just an angry relative, seeking revenge, and carrying on her aunt's evil work. She gets put away, everything goes back to normal, everything is fair again, they all live happily ever after. The end." He spoke it out, before his lips trembled. "Except for my innocent daughter, her life stolen, forced to think back on the unfairness of it all as she spends every day locked inside a small cell, hated and beaten by those around her."

"That wouldn't happen," Catano assured him.

He snorted. "Knowing you lot, you'd have her in a chain gang or something."

Catano frowned. "Don't be ridiculous."

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Earlier that day

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"Okay dudes," Terrence shouted. Kris and all of the other mammals were outside, standing in the large yard area in between the two wings of his cell block. The sun was mild and the air smelt fresh; if he was going to try and focus on the bright side of life, he supposed that there was a place to start.

He and all the others had had their discussion cut short, all being moved out for their first hour of exercise. One of two that they were given throughout the day. It seemed that fitness was taken seriously here. The giant river otter, dressed in a white tank top and some blue gym shorts, certainly did, though he paused as he waddled up between the prisoners, all moping about lazily. "Come on, give some enthusiasm. Let's get ready. Are you ready?"

"Yes," they moaned.

"Suit yourselves," he spoke. "Time's already started though, and we're doing the throw and kick circuit first. Line up from smallest to largest, then filter out."

The seeming laziness from before was replaced with a hurried rush as the mammals seemingly ignored him, going straight to their final positions. The smallest ones faced off against each other at the narrowest point in the yard, while the mammals got progressively larger as they went out. They then all took four steps to the side, something that hadn't been in the instructions at all.

Kris, the tapir and the little pup were lost in the middle of it all. Terrance chuckled ahead. "You forgot something," he spoke. "We've got new guys here. Right, Kyle. Over between that goat and the kangaroo." The tapir nodded and walked over, spotting a space being made. "Right, and Matt?" Kris looked up to see the pup look up. He was given a place, before going over. "And Kris, between that capybara and hare."

Off he went, slotting in between the two. The latter was huge, brown coloured and probably months away from his 'graduation'. Worryingly, he was a member of the 'sicko's' and not 'the founders', though he seemed to be keeping to himself. The capybara though, the one with glasses, was the leader of the nerds, and someone that Timofey had asked him to keep an eye on. Just why had been cut short by the call to go outside, but Kris believed (and hoped) it was for friendly reasons. After all, the giant bear said he wanted the use of a diplomat, and they tended to be used for diplomatic stuff.

Ideally he'd want a much better read on the whole political situation here before doing anything, but on the other paw there was a giant and, so far, friendly polar bear pushing him on. It was an unideal situation nestled in an unideal situation… But he felt it was the best option to go ahead with it for now.

"Okay, I won't start the timer yet as that would be unfair," Terrance said, garnering a massive sigh of relief. "-But we've got some new guys here, and lost some old ones, one for very good reasons." There were a set of whistles, cheers and claps which almost seemed to catch on but didn't. "So, we do a drill first." He gave a small-ish ball, twice the size of a scaled basketball for the smallest and the size of a baseball for the largest, out. The small mammals began throwing it to each other, slowly working its way further out. There were a few misses here and there, in which case the mammal in question would dart out, retrieve it, go back to his place and pass it along. A big groan came out as the pup failed to catch it, then missed with his throw, the catching mammal having to jog out to get it and bring it back. Soon, Kris saw the ball coming straight at him. Moving a bit, he caught it (realising it was an indoor ball made of squidgy foam covered in plastic) and throwing it along. It carried on up. Terrence, jogging up, limboed beneath it and held up a thumbs up, before watching as Timofey caught it. End of the line.

Then, he kicked it back, the ball making a long return trip on the ground. The hare to Kris' right received it, kicked it fast and high to its recipient, going out to stop it, before returning to his place and kicking it over to Kris. Without thinking, he kicked it straight on to its recipient, the one who'd thrown it to him earlier. He didn't have to move to intercept it, and kicked it back to the capybara, who then pushed it back across, his partner having to take a few steps but overall not going out of his way. The ball made it back to the pup, or Matt, Kris realised. He caught it and gave it a strong kick, making it fly up. Surprisingly it was accurate, albeit requiring his partner to catch it; though he then just dropped it on the floor and passed it on. "Careful now," Terrence said, jogging back the other way. He stopped as the ball returned to the finish.

"Okay," he said, looking around. "I know it'll take longer today as we've got some new guests in, but I'll be a bit sneaky and pro-rata up the numbers for this and the other exercises. Sound good?"

He was met by a bunch of cheering, before he passed the ball on, letting it start its journey for real. "Don't tell anyone!" he joked, met with a bunch of chuckles and 'no sir's.' He soon put in another ball, then another, and by the time one reached Kris a fifth. He caught it and threw it on, before a voice spoke up.

"You want to do it as fast as you can." It was the capybara.

"Why's that? I mean, everyone is obviously into their sports here. I'd presume there's some kind of competition."

"Cuss yeah there is," he said, as he caught a ball and chucked it on, its recipient having to lean out and down to catch it.

"So what's the reward?" Kris asked, catching the ball and throwing it along perfectly.

The big rodent looked at him and smiled. "First dibs on lunch!"

"Huh?"

"I said first…" he began, only to cut off as he grabbed a ball and chucked it on. "Dibs on lunch. You know how we and the other cell blocks rotate for first time in for breakfast?"

"Yeah," Kris said, catching a ball and passing it. He paused as he saw the very first ball rolling back his way on the floor, before kicking it off.

"Well, for lunch, the more your cell blocks score…" he cut off to kick the ball on. "The earlier you get let in. Same for dinner. Better chance of getting the good options and not being with the leftover crap."

Kris blinked before nodding, pausing as another thrown ball was coming up. He let the capybara throw it before carrying on. "I suppose that's a good way to encourage us to exercise."

"Cuss yeah," he chuckled, "clever screws."

The ball came and Kris, having an idea, hit it back like a volleyball. He was just about the right size for it to line up, and off it went, straight to his partner as a ball was kicked back. Kris kicked it back over.

"-You're good!" the large rodent said.

"Thanks."

"Preds will like you," he said. "They just get one meat option, plus pizza. There tends to be a veggie salad too. If you don't like the meat…" he began, pausing to kick the ball on. "You wanna be in early, get something else before it's out."

"I guess it's similar for sides and desert?"

"Clever fox," he said, catching a ball and throwing it on. "I got in not long after the howler crisis," he said. "Cussing herd was filling up with arrested pred haters, and the old boys still hadn't calmed down after it."

"Right…" Kris said, throwing on the ball.

"So they striked, trying to screw over preds," he muttered. "But all other blocks did that, and the screws made strikers go super last, which just helped the preds. So they then tried going 'slow'."

"But with all the other blocks," Kris began, kicking a ball on.

"Yup! Stupid thing only lasted my first month. They like good food more than they hate preds. Say, what you in for?"

"Well, it's a…" he began, only for the mammal to his side to cut him off, even as he kicked off his new ball.

"-No sob stories!" he grunted. "I did serious assault."

Kris' head tilted slightly. "That's not a legal…"

"Who cares? It's the basics," he said, carrying on his motions with the balls. "Your turn."

"I…" Kris began, before spotting two balls, bunched together, coming over his way. He kicked them on. "I accidentally poisoned a family."

"What did I say about sob stories," he said, as the balls, a bit further apart, came to him. He stopped and kicked the first but missed the second, going back to the wall to grab it and kick it on. The recipient was already holding a ball, waiting to throw it on. Looking further down, Kris realised that Terrance was spending a lot of time with the pup, helping him catch and kick. Teaching him and doing the technique, but occasionally doing it for him with a smile on his muzzle. The others around him seemed to appreciate it, though they would have given that it was helping their block.

"I asked…"

"I was just giving context," Kris replied, punting on another ball, then kicking on a second. "I was a waiter in a cafe. It was an accident, they were loud, noisy, I misheard them talking about which allergy they had… They said it was deliberate and filmed an argument I had with them. My family is going to get a good lawyer and appeal."

"Well good luck," he said. "I yeeted a mouse."

Kris was stuck with the image of the seemingly friendly rodent next to him chucking a much smaller member of his order like a baseball. "Why would you yeet a mouse?"

"I was cussed off about an argument with my step dad after he'd stolen my computer… -I built it with my own money! Went for a walk on some scrap of land, a mouse began screaming at me about trespassing and I lost it. So I went down, grabbed him, and chucked him." A ball came his way and he kicked it off; it flew up and bounced away, its recipient having to jog out and intercept it. "Cuss," he spoke. "Didn't mean to do that."

"Is he okay?"

"Landed in some brambles."

"Those are big for mice," Kris couldn't help but note.

"I remember at my trial," he said, bringing up his paw and drawing a long line down his forearm. "Schuuuuuuck…. -Said they almost have to take it off." He turned back to pass on his balls.

"Do you regret it?"

"Well I'm stupid for doing it," he grunted. "But I only got two and a half years, and I've less than one left. You?"

Kris punted a ball along. "Five," he said, seeing as it was what had been agreed for his cover story. Enough so that it covered all the time he'd spend here if…

It took a ball hitting his foot to break him out of that. He kicked it on, before feeling a wash of fear and worry come over him. He closed his eyes and focussed. No, his friends were going to fix this. It would all be okay. He could trust them, be strong for them. Be strong for his father.

"-And I mean my scat-dad being the start of the argument, then saying I didn't deserve anything more than a court lawyer and that what I got I'd deserve…" He broke off to kick on. "Well, my mother finally kicked him out and he's no longer my scat dad." He paused and smiled. "So, by dumb luck I think I came out of this okay."

"O...kay?" Kris asked.

The capybara turned to him. "Once you get used to it, this place isn't bad," he said. "And prison is for two and a half years. A scat dad is for life."

"I guess it's a good thing to look on the brighter side," Kris mumbled out, pausing as a whistle blew. Terrance walked out. "Okay! Double-looping now."

What followed involved all the mammals getting into two loops, one (smaller mammals) inside the other. They then had to jog in circles, unable to overtake so stuck at the pace of the slowest in the group. However, four mammals from each circle could stand out, swapping in with any mammal with their paw up once they'd completed a lap (marked by Terrance, who stood between the two, organising and counting everything). Kris was in the size area where he could go into either but, feeling fit, he went into the outer one. He didn't need to swap out during the running, though by the end he welcomed the rest. Others had taken longer out, especially Matt, who he'd seen kneeling by Terrance and catching his breath on exactly seven of the twenty nine laps they managed in the time given. The otter, who'd been shouting encouragement or patting mammals on the back throughout, then directed them into push-up, sit-up and other exercises, finishing off with a modified version of a beep test.

Once more, mammals lined up from smallest to largest, the bigger they were the longer the distance to the other wall. The beep sounded and mammals jogged forward much faster than Kris would expect; he went along, finding that either the beep was much shorter than usual or Terrance could make it sound as soon as the last mammal was in. Then they went back again, the beeps getting closer and closer together, until the first mammal (Matt, as expected). Dropped out.

"You can still take part, but it only counts if you complete it."

For the next few runs, he stayed put, soon joined by a few others. However, after a rest they tried joining in again, while he stayed put. He was soon getting shouted at, especially by the other predators. They told him what was at stake, telling him that he'd be sorry if they came last and got bad food.

Terrance marched up and ordered them to stop it, and that he better not hear about any bullying because of it unless they wanted him to go 'drill sergeant nasty' mode.

Kris struggled on, finally missing one beep and sitting down for a rest. The others ran across to the other side, the beep went off, and Terrance blew his whistle. "Okay, brilliant job you guys. It's over now, have fun in school."

The mammals began wandering off, Kris joining them. It had been a thorough exercise session and his limbs were tired. Sitting down in a chair, just having to listen and write stuff, that felt good…

Passing Terrance, the otter gave him a wink and a thumbs up, Kris returning a smile and a nod.

It then occurred to him. Were he the kind of angry mammal who would cause a lot of mischief, he wouldn't be feeling like that now. Too worked out. Of course, Terrance and the whole prison staff probably knew this.

After all, why stick two bouts of physical exercise into the schedule, one before school and one before the long evening free time period.

He smiled and rolled his eyes. He had to admit, the mammals running this place certainly knew what they were doing. He just hoped that he did.

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Presently.

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Dominic Calrama shrugged. "Oh, you'd find some way or other to give her your punishments."

Catano took it in, annoyed but nodding along. His confrontationalism was a pain, but this was his daughter she was talking about. She could calm him down, or she could work with it as part of a Hail Mary to solve the case, and she knew right away which one she'd choose. "So, you think mammals would like to blame your daughter for this, for hurting this fox in particular, all as a means of getting revenge for her aunt. But why?"

"Because she's her niece," he said. Slapping his head. "Because she's a sheep."

"That wouldn't be enough."

"Oh of course it would be."

"No it wouldn't."

"Have you even been listening?"

"Yes. Why would she do it?"

"You haven't, have you?"

"Why this fox?" She asked, silently wondering whether they knew or not, or whether he'd lie or not.

"Because he knows Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps!" he shouted.

Catano blinked, before smiling. "And how do you know that?"