"So, you heard about this new police squad?" A zebra asked the llama who was standing near him.
"Oh, which one?"
"The one with the Lightning Cougar!" The zebra said to him. "The Meta Force!"
"Oh, that one! Yeah, I heard. My son keeps asking about them. He really is a fan of the Lightning Cougar. He nearly went crazy when he heard that they will be making a comic book of him."
"Oh, yeah, I heard about that too. I have a friend who works on the comic company that will be making them, and he said that they would be given access to the police reports of their cases for inspiration to make the stories. They will try to reproduce their stories very loyally, police procedure and all."
"Man, that sounds super cool. I was never a fan of comic books and I want to read that one."
As the two preys continued talking, the pair of predators standing behind them waited in silence. Well, kind of in silence, considering the lion was curling his lips and starting to snarl as he heard what those two were talking about, much to the worry of the bear.
Luckily, the two of them were called next, and then they stopped talking to be attended by the guy on the other side of the counter, who spoke to them about a pair of crystal statues they were trying to trade for at least five hundred bucks.
They take nearly ten minutes to finish discussing for money, and they leave with 450. Then it was the turn of the lion and of the bear in camouflaged shirt and jacket.
"Hey there, I'd like to sell this." The bear said, showing off an old necklace to the boar on the other side of the counter. "It is real silver, and it's not stolen."
The bear discussed with the boar for a good price, and then they agreed for six hundred big ones for the necklace of fine crafting.
"Hey, have you guys heard about this new police force formed by meta mammals?" The boar asked, "That's pretty awesome, ain't it?"
The lion growled at him, causing him to nearly fall off his stool while the bear swiftly got on the way and guided the lion outside.
"Grooms, seriously! Calm down!" The bear said as both him and the lion made their way out of the pawnshop, just as another mammal made his way inside.
"Morning." The sheep said to the two carnivores as they made their way out of the door, before going in direction to the counter.
The boar, on his end, was busy looking at the necklace he just acquired from a couple of suckers. It would never cease to amaze him how mammals could be so dumb as not to realize how precious the things they have are. Those statues were each worth at least three times what he paid those two suckers for both, and the necklace he just got from the bear would easily fetch for a little over a thousand bucks just for how beautiful it was.
"Excuse me?" Said a figure on the other side of the counter, making the boar look away from the two items he just got. The sheep with black fur and wool stood there, looking at him with his green eyes as he waited for him to come to him. The boar asked him for "a moment" and he placed the items safely away into the storage and taking a good look into the sheep.
More precisely, at how he was dressed.
He didn't think that anything he was wearing was of high end. The jeans and cotton shirt he wore seemed to be from some regular store. However, he had long learned not to judge books by their covers. Some of the most valuable items he got on that shop came from mammals dressed in literal rags. Maybe this guy had something precious on him.
"So, how may I help you, sir?" The boar asked, to what the sheep said:
"I want any money you have on the register and back there."
The boar looked at him with a raised eyebrow, while the sheep's eyes wandered to something right by the side.
"Oh, and I want this one too!" He said as he picked an item from the showcase, which was a necklace that made of cheap metal, but that it was certainly made with a lot of care. "My hubby is gonna love it."
The boar continued to look at him.
"Riiight." He said, "But, I am gonna have to see what it is you are trying to sell me to see if it is worth all the money I have on the store and more that one-of-a-kind medallion you plan to give to your... 'hubby'."
"So, what is it you have to offer me?" The boar asked, and then the sheep leaned forward, and said:
"I am offering you the promise that I won't hurt you or damage your precious establishment."
He said that without missing a beat and without stuttering. This made the boar frown as he looked at him.
"So, you want problem, don't you, wooly?"
"If that is what you are offering..."
"Okay, listen here, wool-for-brains." The boar said, snarling at this arrogant sheep who dared to threaten him. "I have a big piece of bamboo, a stun gun and a shotgun under this counter, and I am not afraid of using any of them. So, if you think you can just walk in here and bleat really loud to make me scared enough to give you anything, then you are mistaken! So, either you show me something to make decent business, or you leave right now before I take this wool of yours to see if I can sell it to a yarn factory!"
The sheep looked at him for a few moments, as both mammals were glaring at each other.
And then, the sheep gave the porcine a big smirk...
"Oh, come on!" The bear said to the pig who was writing a note for his car. "It was just thirty seconds past the time!"
"Thirty seconds or thirty minutes, past the time is past the time." The pig meter maid said. "You should have put an extra coin on the parking meter. It would have saved you a few bucks."
"Come on, please?" The bear said, still trying to negotiate with the pig for her not to give him a ticket. All the while the lion continued to stand by his side. "It was not even our fault! That doe in the pawnshop held the line as she tried to get the clerk to pay more for her earrings by flirting with him!"
"Not my problem." The sow said as she finished writing the ticked and she was climbing into a small stair to place it on the windshield. The bear, of course, still tried to get her not to, saying that he could not afford a penalty or more dots on his license.
Grooms, on his end, could only groan.,
"Oh, for the love of god, Bearnard!" He said to the bear. "Just pay the fine! It is not as if this would land you in the martial court!"
The bear, however, ignored him.
"Look, officer... Swinton." He said, looking at the tag on her meter maid uniform. "I was just about to show my friend here the best time of his life! Seriously, I just pawned off my grandmother's necklace just for that! Can't you just break us this one, just this once? I mean, I had a whole evening planned! With booze and strip joints and one of the best fast food places of the city! It is gonna be a blast!"
Just as the said that, an actual blast happened.
The pawnshop from which they just came out exploded.
Well, it didn't explode, per se. Only the windows did. Broken glass flew everywhere as the people who were nearby, including the two preds and the sow, were practically throw back by the shock and force of the blast.
They were all on the ground now, all of them holding her heads and groaning, and most of them with their ears ringing. All of them confused and trying to understand what just happened.
After nearly four minutes, they were still trying to get up. Grooms was the first one, as he managed to get on his feet, his head still spinning as he had his paws over his ringing ears. He was fighting to keep himself steady, when he looked over and saw a mammal walk out of the pawnshop.
"Pleasure making business with you!" The black sheep yelled inside, as he had a small bag that was so full of money there was some cash falling off it. He looked at the lion, who looked at him with wide, confused eyes. Then he said "sup?", before making his way out of the place, calmly walking down the street as if nothing happened.
It would be a few more minutes before the people around recovered enough that someone would think about calling the police.
"And, if the guy comes right at you, you hit him right in the snout with the ball of your paw... er, hoof, and then-"
"Then his nose starts bleeding and his eyes tear up." Linda said, as she repeated the motion that Fangmeyer just taught her, practicing as if she as attacking an invisible attacker. "You remember I have telekinesis, don't you? I can just pin a guy against the wall even if he is much bigger than me and I don't even need to touch him."
"Hey, never hurts to know a little bit of paw-to-paw combat, right?" The tiger said to her. "Who knows? Maybe one day you will have a headache that will keep you from focus enough to use your powers, and you will need to just give some guy a good old-fashioned beating."
"Or, she will need to use her dart guns." Said a new voice coming at them. This was Judy. "Which is why I think Officer Thompson should be joining Hunter and me on our dart gun tutorial. Linda, if you mind..."
Well, Linda certainly didn't mind. She was soon going with Judy to practice the use of the dart guns, since that they had some free time. They have been having a lot of free time since they started this new task force.
Enough that Nick had all the time in the world to get acquittances with the two forensic guys.
"I'm telling you, they are hiding something." Said Pardoso, as he looked at the departing gazelle with the bunny, going to the room they turned into their practice stand for shooting. "I mean, they have to be hiding something."
"Kinda paranoid, don't you think, whiskers?" Nick asked, and the panther said back:
"I know they are hiding something." He insisted. "I mean, with the way that they refuse to say anything about where they lived or what they did before they ended here in Zootopia. And last week I caught the two of them talking to each other about finding some clues about their friends. I told them that maybe I could track their friends online, if they told me about their social accounts, or that maybe I could contact their families to see if they had contacted them, and they started acting weird, as if I just asked them to share their muzzlebook passwords! That qualifies as weird, right?"
Nick and Deernard shared a look. They had to admit that this was a tad bit suspicious. However, they probably had their reasons to act like that.
I mean, if you believed in half of the movies, cartoons and comic books that talked about mammals with super powers, it would not be far-fetched to think that Linda and Alex both mistrusted the government, for one reason or another.
"Milton, I think we should go back to the lab." Deernard said to him, placing a hoof on his shoulder.
"And do what, Minnie?" The panther asked the doe. "Count inventory and run diagnosis on our computers for the hundredth time? Seriously, we got nothing to do!" He was loud as he said that, and it caused a few of the mammals on the room to turn their heads on his direction. "Seriously, I thought that being in a police force with a bunch of mammals with superpowers would be a blast, but it has been a bore so far! Would it be asking too much for just a real case!?"
Just as he said those words, a phone rang.
Nick was the one who picked it up.
"Here is MF of the ZPD. The place where the staff is ready to pull their own fur out when they have one too many days off. How may I help you?" Nick said, and then he heard what the person on the other side was saying.
"Mmhmm. Yeah. Yeah. Yup. Mmhmm. Right, got it, we will be sending someone one." Nick said, as she hanged up after writing down what he just heard on the phone, and then he picked the paper he wrote as he got up.
"Captain Carrots! We got a new case!" Nick said, as he went to talk to Judy and let her know that there was another person calling them because there was an event that was related to meta mammals on the city.
"Great, now we are having two false alarms on a day. Sweet." Wolfard said as he reclined on his chair and continued to play fetch by himself by throwing the paper ball and then rushing to pick it up and return to his chair only to throw it again.
However, Judy was not about to ignore some call for a possible new case only because the one they had earlier turned out to be a false alarm. She made Nick tell her everything, and he explained how this time it seemed that the meta mammal was not there anymore, and they were only going to check on the aftermath.
"Good." Judy said, "Officers Wilde and Thompson will be the ones seeing to it. Keep in touch through radio and call us if you need backup."
She was formal as she needed to be. After all, in the workplace, when the need for it arose, she was not their friend, but their boss and hierarchic superior, and she needed to be professional when talking to them and giving their assignments. She didn't want to disappoint Bogo after he gave her so much trust by making her in charge of the task force.
"Got it, Super Captain Carrots!" Nick said to his partner/boss in a salute, only for her to tell him to "cut it out and stop calling me like that", before Nick and Linda both went along.
They took one of the bigger cars, and Linda was the one driving. She was a very good driver, and she managed to get her driving license alongside with Alex after they took the driving and written tests formally on the DMV.
"How come neither of you ever had a driver license until now?" Wolfard asked the two of them, to what they, like most other questions that regarded their past, was left in silence, as neither of them answered and preferred to find ways to diverge the conversation and talk about other things.
Linda was still not familiar with Zootopia's streets, which was why she relied on Nick for directions, as that fox, having been lived on the city all of his life, knew it like the back of his paw, and he was able to guide her all of the way to "Monk's Old Trade House", as he called it.
"Man, this place looked better..." Nick said as he walked out and saw the front of the place, noticing how all the glass had been shattered, the broken pieces landed all over the street nearly as if they have been blasted from the inside. Linda would come out and walk by the fox's side, being very mindful of where she stepped because of all the glass.
She once more wished that there were more shoe stores on the city.
However, they had no problem to make their way to the place, which already had two cop cars and an ambulance in front of it, with a lot of people receiving medical attention.
"Some of them have tinnitus due to having been close when it happened." The sheep nurse said to the two of them. "The boar got it worse. Apparently, he was inside right when it happened. His eardrums ruptured and he was bleeding from both the eyes and nose. Kept repeating how he shouldn't have tempted that black sheep to bleat to him, or something like that."
This caused Nick and Linda to share a look, before the fox and gazelle made their way into the pawnshop. As they did, they failed to notice that one of the mammals who was being seen by one of the medics, a lion, had his eyes on both of them, and he even excused himself from the medic checking on him for his ringing ears to follow the two and look at them through the broken glass view.
"Man, this place is busted!" Nick said as he and Linda made their way inside. Some of the regular cops, most of which already knew Nick, greeted the fox as they told him that this was the strangest explosion site that they ever been into.
"It is like only the glass exploded." One of them said, and Nick and Linda watched as the fox talked to the cops and to the forensics team that came in there to gather evidence on the case. One of them even mentioned how they found some traces of black wool on the counter, and Nick confirmed to them that Monk, the boar who owned the pawnshop, was said by the medics to be mumbling something about a black sheep that bleated at him.
"Do those still work?" Linda said, pointing at the cameras, most of which had cracked lenses.
"What about we find out?" Nick said, as they both then made their way to the back, where they managed to access the feed of the cameras.
After watching the video, Nick turned to Linda.
"Guess this one is not just a false alarm..."
Naturally, the two of them took back the video to the base to share it with the rest of the crew. Alongside with some evidence that the CSI collected and allowed them to take for their forensic guys to analyze.
"Wait, what happened there?" Fangmeyer asked as they were watching the feed from one of the cameras. It was one that was pointed right at the counter, and it was catching the sheep who was leaning over the counter as he talked to Monk. It caught when the sheep smirked, and then opened his mouth wide.
On that instant, what happened was so sudden that they had to go back and look frame by frame to see it clearly. In that moment, everything that was glass or crystalline on the store seemed to spontaneously combust in an instant, while the camera shuddered before the lens cracked and the image went black.
They also saw a video of another camera, which was also pointed at the counter and, from that angle, they could see that, on the moment that happened, the boar was suddenly flung forward, nearly as if hit by a force they could not see. That camera too shuddered before the lens cracked and everything went black.
"What was that?" Wolfard asked.
"I am not sure, but I think that it is safe to assume that this is legit." Judy said, and she turned to the other cops. Her crew.
"It seems the Meta Force has its first official case in our hands."
"Awesome!" Alex said, "So, how do we start?"
"By taking a good look on our main suspect." Judy said, as she rewinds the video back to when the face of the sheep showed. She managed to zoom in enough that they had a clear shot of his features, and that was enough for them to try and identify him.
"So, we pass it through facial scanning and see if there is a match?" Alex asked, to what Nick chuckled, and told him that real-life police was not that advanced. At least not the technology that they used on the ZPD.
"But we got some hoof-prints from the counter." Judy said, as she looked through the impressions that the two cops brought back. "We can check in the Cowdix to see if there is a match in the database for sheep hoofprints."
"I see." Linda said, "So, hoof and paw prints are like fingerprints, right?"
"Like what?" Judy asked, looking at Linda with a confused look on her face.
"Nothing." Linda quickly said and she was able to diverge the situation, and the moment quickly passed and was forgotten.
"We can also try and talk to the witnesses to get more information." Fangmeyer said, "Nick's pal who owns that pawnshop is still being attended by the doctors, but we can try asking him once his hearing comes back. If at all."
"And, most important of all..." Nick said, and then he turned to Wolfard:
"We need to figure out how to call this new guy."
Judy let out an exasperated sigh, and then she told everyone to start working. The next two hours were spent doing the tiring, more logistic part of the police job, which included trying to figure out more information about the suspect by using the information they already had. However, as Alex and Linda already knew well, it would be hard to find any information about this guy since he, like they both, was not native from this reality.
"What about 'The Bleater'?" Nick offered to Wolfard as he finished looking on his computer. Meanwhile, the wolf had just finished his phone call, and he was now looking at the fox.
"A little generic, don't you think? Also, it doesn't really have that much of a ring."
"What about Blaster?"
"Not much better?"
"Then what if we combine the two, like... Bleaster?"
The wolf made a face at this.
"What? It is better than the things the Z.C. and Marvole could think of!"
"Yeah, I'm not sure of that... maybe something like... Wool of Doom?"
"Yeah, I don't think so."
"Will the two of you stop wasting time and focus on getting more clues!?" Judy snapped as she passed by the two. The way she spoke, as well as the volume of her voice, did made Nick immediately think of a certain big mammal with horns.
Holy skunk smoke bombs, Carrots is turning into old Buffalo-Butt...
"It would help if we knew what exactly this sheep's deal is. I mean, all that we know is that he caused a whole store to explode when he opened his mouth." Wolfard said, and that was when a voice said suddenly:
"And I think we can tell you why."
Everyone turned to look at Pardoso, who was standing there with a laptop on his paws, and he had a smile on his face, as if he had just come about a great discovery.
"Check it out, guys." He said, as she played the video for everyone again on his laptop. It was the same image that they had all already seem. "See how only the crystalline materials like glass and actual crystal explode? The same with the cameras' lenses."
"Yeah, we noticed." Judy said, "Did he caused it with his mind?"
"No." The jaguar said, "With his mouth. More precisely, with his voice."
As he said that, the answer became clear to everyone.
"Super bleating." Linda said, and Pardoso then said that they took a while to figure it out, but that they did so by using the piece of glass brought from the place by Linda and Nick brought back.
"You see, when you break glass, there is directionality to the cracks, so you can see which direction the impact that broke it came from." He said, "But, on that piece of glass, there was no directionality to the cracks. We saw a few cases like that before, when the glass was broken not by an impact, but by sheer vibration. In this case, by sound vibration."
"So, it was all about sound?" Nick asked, "Monk was pushed back only by his voice."
"Don't underestimate the power of sonic energy, Wilde." The panther said, "If it is focused enough, sound can be a literal physical force that can affect objects. The army is developing ultrasound technology that they plan to use like a disruption cannon for enemy armaments. Focalized sound waves can actually be lethal if applied on the right way."
"And they can both explode glass and make mammals go deaf." Judy rationalized, remembering what Nick and Lind a told about the place.
"And not only glass." Pardoso continued, "The right frequency of sound could make almost any material shatter, and without affecting other kinds of materials. That would explain why only the glass objects shattered when the sheep bleated. But still, to produce effects like that, the sheep must have really bleated pretty loud. We are talking about a lot of decibels."
Nick blinked, as he took in what he just heard. Especially the last word.
"Decibels..." Nick repeated, and then he looked at Wolfard, who had a look on his face that said that he was thinking the same thing as the fox.
So much, that they both said at the same time:
"Deci-baah!"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"The ram's new villain name!" Wolfard said, "It is Deci-baah!"
"Quite proper, right?" Nick said, "And it has a nice ring to it, don't it?"
"It certainly does!"
"We should patent it before anyone tries to steal! We got copyrights for that name, no?"
"I guess we do. I mean, at least I never heard of any character with that name."
"Think we can get money whenever they mention the name on a story or television?"
The two canines continued to discuss the matter, while everyone else looked at them. Judy and Fangmeyer could not help but feel exasperated about their respective partners' antics. Meanwhile, Alex whispered to Linda:
"Well, it does have a nice ring to it, I guess."
"Okay, whatever his name is." Judy said, "We still need to find him before he causes more damage."
"Well, the guy is after money, right?" Alex said, "That's why he stole money from the pawnshop. Maybe we check other businesses on the area, or maybe the banks?"
"Yeah, that would be good." Judy agreed.
"What about the traffic cameras?" Linda offered, causing the eyes to turn to her. "I mean, that was how you guys tracked Alex that one time, right? Maybe we could use the same tactic, see if we can find the guy by tracking his steps with the traffic cameras around the area he was into when he left the store?"
"Well, it's worth shot." Nick said, "Maybe they can tell us where Deci-baah is going."
"Fangmeyer, traffic cameras." Judy said, and the tiger said "on it" as she rushed back to her desk and started typing on her computer, seeing if she could get anything on the area where the pawnshop was, and seeing if she could get any sight of the black sheep they were looking for.
"Man, I wish Jeff was here." Alex said, "He would have just taken five minutes to make a research and tell use exactly where the guy went. Did you managed to contact him?"
"Not since last night." Linda said to her boyfriend. "I call and call, and it only goes into voicemail. I think something may have happened. I have a real bad feeling."
Alex looked at Linda as she said that.
His girlfriend had never had any precognitive abilities or any kind of foresight. At least, he never knew about anything on her having skills like that. However, he had long learned that most of her bad feelings turned out to be right.
And that was enough for him to be worried with Jeff...
While the Meta Force was busy trying to track down the black sheep. This said sheep was having an ordinary day on the street, as he had been taking stroll around the city and taking in all that Zootopia had to offer. He even used of his newfound wealth to stop by a place and have a snack for himself. He never imagined that hay and carrot salad could taste so nice!
Man, this transformation into a sheep really messed him up... He used to hate veggies and avoid them like the plague back when he was human.
Now, he ate until the last bite, and he enjoyed it.
He was full and ready to go. Before he did, however...
"Do you have any food in there a dog would like?" He asked to the waiter. "If you have, could you pack up as takeout?"
Luckily, the place he had chosen also catered for predators, so the sheep was able to get some nice options for carnivores and he had it all packed neatly for him to take back home, where the person this food was for was surely still waiting for him.
And, who was the one to give him a call on his phone if not that adorable dog himself.
"Oh, hi, sweetie!" Said the black sheep as he picked the phone and heard his dear husband's voice on the other end. "Was thinking about you, you silly dog!"
As he was talking to him, he stopped by the bus stop, where a few other mammals were. They were all looking down or smoking as they leaned on the side of the stop, and they mostly ignored the sheep. However, they were not able to ignore him for long, with how loudly he was talking on the phone, and with the things that he was saying.
"Stopped for a snack and also bought something for you." He said, "Some chicken thing they did and that they assured me a canine would love! I am sure you will find it delicious, honey! Oh, and I also got you a little gift I am sure you will love. I saw it and thought of you right away."
The mammals on the stop turned their heads to look at the sheep, who seemed oblivious at them.
"Well, yeah, I didn't have much money when I left money." The sheep said, "Good thing I... got some."
There was a silence, as the mammal on the other end talked to the sheep, who was then saying:
"Yeah, I know that we agreed to lay low, but come on! We need money!" The sheep said, "Why, of course I was careful, you stupid dog! It was just some shady pawnshop on the edge of town, as if anyone would give it any attention."
The sheep seemed to be completely oblivious to the way the mammals nearby were looking at him and whispering to each other.
"Oh, come on, don't be such a sour puss." The sheep said, before correcting himself, "Or, in your case, it would be a sour mutt, right?... Okay, you know what? I will make it up to you, fleabag. Tonight, we are having a romantic night. Candlelight, rose petals on the bed, the whole she-bang. I will be wearing the tiger-stripe speedo and you will, be wearing that red jockstrap, and then I will do all those things I do that make your tail wag like crazy... Ah, you like the sound of that, don't you? You horny dog. I will be home soon, love you, my sweet honey puppy."
And, with that, the sheep hung up. He was about to walk away, when he felt a hand landing on his shoulder.
"Hey, you." Said the person to whom that hand belonged, a massive bull with a broken horn and an eyepatch.
"Yes?" Said the sheep, looking up at him, as well as to the guys that were coming with him, all of them prey.
"Come with us." The bull said, a pissed expression on his face. "Now."
And the black sheep did not protest. Not even when the bull, much bigger than himself, practically dragged him all the way into an alley, and soon the sheep was being surrounded by all the prey species.
"What's your deal, you piece of trash?" The bull asked, showing just how hostile with the ovine, who could only look back at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" The sheep asked, looking at him.
"I know all I need about you to hate you." The bull said, and the four guys who were helping him surround the sheep seemed to agree with him.
"Is this about me being black?" The sheep immediately asked. Yeah, this had always been a problem when he was human, and it seemed that it was still now that he was a sheep. Guess that was just his luck that he would be a black sheep, and a lot of people would pay attention to that.
"I don't care about what color your wool is!" The bull said to him. "But I do care that you are being all lovey-dovey with some mutt!"
The sheep looked at him.
"Ohhh, so this is what this is about." The sheep said. Yeah, he had noticed that since they arrived. A lot of people gave them far more double-takes and scornful glares when they walked together holding hands than they did back when they were humans. Something about then being "inters" and what not.
"What, are you too good for your own kind, wooly?" The bull asked, looking at him. "Need to be with some pred to get your rocks off? That disgusts me!"
"Well, boo-hoo to you." The sheep said to him, being pretty dismissive with the bull. "Look, I don't have time to waste on you. I gotta go see my husband."
"Husband!?" The bull said, "So you actually went and married some chomper!? You sick freak!"
"Well, excuse me, but I am not the one picking up random guys on the street and dragging them to the alleys." The sheep said back. "Look, are we done here? I really much rather enjoy my hubby's company than yours."
The sheep tried to force his way past the bull, only for the bovine to shove him hard enough to make his back collide against the wall.
"Filthy pred-bangers." The bull growled. "The mere sight of you makes me sick to my stomach. You need to be taught a lesson."
Meanwhile, the sheep was getting up, and he was then glaring at the bull, who was cracking his knuckles as he looked at the ovine.
"Oh, so that is how you want to play, huh?" The sheep asked, as he straightened himself. "Well, fine by me..."
"I'm gonna mess up your face, you disgusting pred-chaser." The bull said, "Then I am going to go after that wolf you are married with and I'll mess him up too!"
The bull walked to the sheep, his fist raised and ready to deliver a punch. He did not realize the number of mistakes that he had made in a very short span of time.
And now he would pay for those mistakes.
Just as he was about to punch the black sheep, the ovine opened his mouth and bleated.
A powerful bleat. So loud that the sound it distorted the air in front of him as the sound moved ahead like a concussive force. One that hit the bull with the force of a speeding car, sending him flying back and hitting the wall with enough force to knock a few bricks out of it, which landed along with the bull, who was already unconscious.
This, of course, shocked the other mammals who were surrounding the sheep. The ovine, however, did not relented, as he turned to face the two on his left, and he bleated again. The wave of sound he produced sent the two of them flying out of the alley and into the street, landing heavily into the sidewalk, both groaning as they held their ears.
Then, her turned to his right, where the remaining two were and, before they could either attack him or beg for mercy, he bleated again. This time the sound didn't pushed them back, but it did make the two of them double over in pain as the directed waves of sound caused them immense pain. After nearly thirty seconds, the two of them fell to the ground, barely conscious, and that was when the sheep stopped bleating.
He walked over them, and looked at the two fallen antelopes, who were groaning as blood was coming out of their ears. He was able to chuckle to himself.
Then, his own ear twitched, and he looked up, to see someone in a window above, looking down at him.
The bobcat had wide eyes as she looked at the sheep, before she rushed back into her home, and came back a few seconds later, with a phone on her hand and her trembling paws desperately pressing a few numbers on it.
The sheep looked at her as she dialed and, as she took the phone to her ear, he turned his head to the wall and bleated.
The wall literally exploded as the waves of sound hit it. The bricks all shattering and resulting into a big hole where the sheep had just directed his bleating to. He looked back at the pussycat, who could not have made a more shocked expression if the sun had winked out for a second.
"Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?" Said a voice on the other side of the phone. "Hello?"
The cat, however, didn't answered. She was too busy looking at the sheep, who continued to look straight into her eyes as he lifted one of his hooves and placed a finger in front of his lips.
"Is anyone there? Hello?" The mammal on the other side asked as the silence continued, and then the feline finally said:
"N-no. I mean... sorry, I dialed wrong."
And she hanged up.
Down there, the sheep continued to look at her, and then he smiled and gave her a little salute, before turning around and going his way, leaving behind a very scared feline and a few unconscious prey...