Sly Nick
Nick landed on his back against the wall
"How dare you try and date my sister Judy? If you lay one finger on her, I'll beat the hell out of you, fox!" yelled the tall bunny.
Being threatened by a bunny, Nick remained claim.
"Hold on for a second, will you?"
He took out his black smartphone, opened up a video recording app, and tapped the record button on his screen.
"Could you say that again please? Judy would love to see this."
The fox outsmarted them. He even opened up a messaging app, texting Judy for help just to make sure that they didn't cross the line.
"An assault on a police officer is a punishable offense: 5 years jail time," the fox smiled smugly. He always wanted to say that, "so if you don't want to end up in jail, I suggest you two leave this room, right now, and I won't tell anyone this ever happened, okay?"
"Your laws don't apply to us, fox, we know you're a cop and we'll say that we did it on self-defense—"
"William, are you stupid? He just recorded you; that's evidence!"
"Ha! You bunnies."
"You think this is funny? You think that you're welcomed? Our young brothers and sisters may see you as a cute furry fox with a long fluffy tail, but we don't. Foxes eat rabbits, we see you as a threat," said Jill, trying to reason with the fox.
"What? I thought we were friends, weren't we? All that friendly greetings and handshaking, how about we do that again? 'Hi, I'm Nick, and you are—'"
"Shut up and take a good look at my arms!" yelled the tall bunny, rolling up his sleeves.
The fox saw deep scars on both of the tall bunny's arms.
"Can you see those claw marks? Gideon Grey did this to me when I stood up and defended Jill. Give me a good reason why I should let a fox date one of my sisters."
"Alright, am I Gideon Grey, no I'm not. And where I come from, we treat our guests with manners—"
"What are you two doing with that fox?" yelled the old rabbit, peeking through the door.
"Nick!" shouted Judy, pushing away his grandpa.
"Looks like you're not getting away with this."
"ENOUGH WITH THE FOX!"
The tall bunny punched the fox right into his face, knocking him out instantly.
The two bunnies' eyes flamed with resentment when the old rabbit told them to leave, but soon enough, the two left the storage room and got out of his sight.
"I apologize for my... prejudiced grandsons and daughters... I'm Charlie Hopps," said the old rabbit. He approached the fox, bravely shaking the fox hands.
"Gee… Thanks for saving me back there, Mr. Hopps," said the fox as he looked the old rabbit up and down, and found it funny that he was wearing pajamas.
"Oh, don't mind me. I came here just to grab some wine before I sleep, Nick," said the old rabbit as they walked out of the storage room.
"How do you know my name?" replied the curious fox.
"We live in a small circle. And you're the first fox to set foot into our house. Of course I know your name, and I also know you'll be marrying my granddaughter... Jude?" responded the old rabbit as he slowly opened the fridge, grabbed a nearly-finished bottle of red wine, and poured it into a wine glass with the fridge beeping.
"Her name is Judy and she's my girlfriend, not my wife… for now," said Nick, closing the fridge door.
"Ha, rumors spread like wildfire: Very misleading," laughed the old rabbit as he took a sip of the wine, and threw the empty bottle into the trash.
"Mr. Hopps, you do realize that I'm a," the fox coughed, "a fox."
"You don't say," he laughed and slowly walked out of Nick's sight.
"Mr. Hopps, I don't want to sound like a jerk, I mean, I appreciate the help, but I thought rabbits don't like foxes."
"Oh, just call me, grandpa. I'm used to it anyway," he stopped walking and slowly turned around. "And why would you come up with something like that?"
"Well, it's abnormal for a rabbit to help a fox, and for an old rabbit like you, shouldn't you be more of an… old guard?"
"You think I'm one of those traditionalists, an old rabbit who still believes that predators still eat prey? Ha!"
He took a sip of red wine, and said, "Do you like history?"
"I can't say I don't—"
"Then come with me and I'll tell you why I helped a fox. Like you said, 'we'll talk like civilized animals.'"
"Were you watching me being intimidated back there?"
"No, I... Alright, I did, but I'm impressed how you handled that situation, I mean, taking out your phone, recording their actions, a clever move!"
"Mr. Hopps, I mean, grandpa, I mean thanks—"
"Ha! Where's Judy?"
"She's with her sisters—"
"Good, I reckon you have nothing to do in our rabbits' den except getting bullied, huh am I right?"
"Yes?"
"Then let's go! Come with me... to my study room..."
The fox didn't find the bullying part funny, but curiously enough, he followed the old rabbit anyway.
