![]() But the advent of cars, trucks, and motorcycles presented control problems with the mounts. “Back in pre motorized vehicle days they worked pretty well. ![]() “So, you know that it’s been done before.” “…done some background research on the history of mounted patrol work,” Friedkin got back to Judith. “You slackin’ bums! Pick up the pace! This ain’t your fourth birthday party in your mommy’s backyard!” the bear hollered at a bunch of runners. ![]() “Hopps, I know you enough to figure that in the time between leaving the precinct and arriving here that you’ve…” “Good, you’ve learned to get a good read on ole Bogo,” she said. It or they would have to involve either my partner or my mount. So, to assign me to something that puts me on the street doing pretty much what I want to do in the first place means there has to be a catch, one or more drawbacks, to said assignment. “The couple of times I’ve done on the spot arrests have only earned tail chewings from him. Thus my eternal meter maid assignment,” Judith said. “Bogo’s not been happy with my being foisted on to him from the word get go. “What’s the catch,” the wary lapine asked. “Physically, he’s darned near ideal for this job,” Friedkin said. She took a few seconds to figure out what to say, then… “So, that old buff didn’t fill her in,” she thought. “Know anything about the mammal they are partnering me with?” the bunny asked. are the only mammal that’s the right size for the mount you will be riding.” “That you, out of all the members of the Zootopia Police Dept. “Not all that surprised old Hard Ass Bogo sent you for this assignment,” Friedkin said. Here and there were groups of cadets doing runs and other physical and conditioning activities. The two of them were walking through the academy’s grounds headed for the admin building. Her favorite phrase for those who “fell on their face” on the obstacle courses was “You’re DEAD!!” a phrase that, from time to time, still echoed in Judy’s dreams…or nightmares. Major Isabelle Friedkin was a long standing ‘terror’ for students in the Academy. They helped deaden down the effects of her old instructor’s voice. The bunny was glad to have her ears down. “Good to see my one, and only, rabbit graduate again!” the polar bear instructress boomed to Judy. She’ll get you squared away with your partner…and mount,” Bogo said. “Head over to the Zootopia Police Academy and report to Major Friedkin. She sensed that there was something…odd about this. Something in the way he said that raised the doe’s hackles to about half mast. You’ll have a partner and mount that you will have to get used to and train with…and on,” the Chief explained. I’ve been ordered to supply one officer for a new project and you’re the only one in the precinct with any riding skills, so you’ve got the assignment,” he said at last. Though his face was impassive, Judy got the sense that her boss wasn’t all that thrilled about something. In the ensuing quiet, she could almost hear the ‘gears’ turning in the cape buffalo’s head. I’ve done some riding during my vacation breaks but that was only for a week or two,” a baffled Judy supplied. “Whew, that would be the last summer break at college, about two years ago. “When’s the last time you did any real riding, at least several weeks at a time?” he asked. So, there’s very little in the way of surprise moves from them.” What about unexpected shifts in movements?” the Chief asked. “So, you’ve got experience with uneven terrain. “I was on the berry line since I was ten.” Riding and pack ponies are better for the job than vehicles, even electric ones, and create less erosion damage than vehicles,” she said. A batch of the ground is rough and uneven and you have to cover a lot of it to gather any real amount of berries. They are highly prized for their flavor and the wild ones, for some reason, always taste better than the more domestically grown ones. We have a lot of land where wild fossberries grow. “Hopps, you used to ride work ponies, correct?” the Chief asked. With everyone else gone, the “bullpen” was quiet, almost eerily so. But if there is, the Chief will think it up!” “Good grief, what could be worse than perpetual meter maid duty?!” “Knowing Bobo and his hard assed ‘tude towards Hopps, it’s not something good!” replied his companion. “Wonder what’s up?” one commented to another. The rest of you are dismissed!”Īs they left, several of the police mammals cast curious glances Judy’s way. Judy Hopps is stuck on eternal meter maid duty until an old skill she has gets her assigned to a new project. This story is in response to this art piece I saw about two weeks ago:
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