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"-Judy, come on! We gotta find my stuffed carrot!" The eldest of Judith Hopps sisters cried as she ran about the forest looking for it.
"We'll find it May, I promise." Judy wandered subconsciously into the woods. It wasn't a scary place, in Judy's opinion, but anywhere that wasn't crammed with mammals was peculiar in Bunnyburrow.
Pulling back a branch, Judy stepped into the clearing to find the stuffed carrot in a small puddle of water. Bending down carefully, she began to pick it up, but a snap sounded. The snap of a branch being stepped on.
Judy's head whipped around to see what the source of the sound was, but couldn't find anything. She started for the carrot again, scared now. Another branch snapped and Judy turned completely around to see a red fox standing in front of her.
He didn't look dangerous, around her age maybe, and he was carrying two huge bags on his back. His green eyes sparkled with mischief and Judy stepped back. Foxes were not spoken highly of in Bunnyburrow. No predator ever was.
"Don't hurt me," she pleaded. The fox's smile faltered a bit, but it was still there.
"Why would I do that?" The only reason that came to Judy's head was the long told tale of predators eating prey. And he was a predator. She was the prey. Forgetting all about May's stuffed carrot, Judy turned around and ran. May would forgive her when she explained that she'd run into a fox.
As she ran, the fox walked over and picked up the long forgotten carrot. He smiled sadly down at it, putting it in one of his bags and walking off. When Judy Hopps returned the next afternoon to see if she could find the carrot, it was gone.