Literature
Zootopia Origins, Pt. I
Part I:
The end of childhood
The young vixen looked around, her small body tense with anticipation. Around her, the wide, wood-covered hall was abuzz with the voices of children. Predators of all shapes and sizes, all around ten years of age, were sitting on small benches before a podium that looked so large for them. Next to, say, a lion cub, the vixen felt especially small. Will she be able to stand up when called, straighten up to look nice and well-behaved child, just like her parents taught her, when she receives her collar?
Forgetting her good manners, she pulled her legs under herself so she could turn all around to wave et her parent
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