In the quiet interrogation room at ZPD, Officer Judy Hopps sat across from a nervous suspect.
"Alright," Judy began, her eyes kind but serious. "We just have a few questions. Let's start with the basics. What's your name?"
The raccoon looked around, fidgeting with his paws. "Um, yeah. My name's Rick."
"Good, Rick. And how old are you?" she asked, jotting down notes in her notepad.
"I'm three years old," he replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"And what species are you?" Judy asked, giving him a reassuring smile.
"I'm a raccoon, ma'am," he said, his voice a bit shaky.
Judy leaned forward. "Now, where do you live, Rick?"
"In the alleys near downtown, close to the market. I—I don't cause trouble, I promise!" he added quickly.
Judy nodded. "I'm not saying you do, Rick. But I need to know if you can help me with something. Tell me, what can you do? Do you have any special skills?"
Rick hesitated, scratching his head. "Well, I'm really good at finding things. I can see in the dark, and I can get into tight places. I… I can also run pretty fast, you know, if I have to."
Judy smiled, satisfied with his answers. "That's very helpful. Now, Rick, do you know any of the missing mammals personally?"
Rick's eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly. "No, Officer Hopps, I don't! I haven't seen anything strange, either."
Judy narrowed her eyes slightly. "Do you know anyone who is acting suspiciously right now?"
Rick gulped, looking around nervously. "No, no! Everyone I know is normal… I think."
Judy nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, Rick. You're free to go, but stay close. We may have more questions later."
Rick let out a sigh of relief and quickly scurried out of the room. Judy watched him go, wondering if he might know more than he was saying..