Dumb Fox

Chapter 7: Mrs. Otterton's Tips

After some inconveniences, Nick had entered the room where Mr. Otterton was interned, but the fox just met someone who definitely wasn't Judy. A little she-otter entered the same room, she was a middle-aged but gorgeous female; she had a confused and sad look, her beautiful emerald-green-eyes watched the confused vulpine. The semi-aquatic mammal was wearing a lavender sweater and an informal but comfy purple clothes as the mother she was, while she carried a hospital food tray.

   "Ah, hello errrrrrr... Mrs. Otterton, right?" the fox asked awkwardly.

   "Yes, Who...?"

   "I'm a... errr... an old friend of your husband, I was walking around the neighborhood and I just came to say hello."

   "Really? Here? At the borders of Tundratown?"

   "Oh yeah, I work here. You'll see, my partner and I freeze in this place some, ah, um, oh I mean, we have some freezers and we make some Pawpsicles, Have you ever heard about them?"

   "Pawpsicles? Wait a second, you are... Nick... Nick Tilde?"

   Nick sighed and grimed his face off.

   "Almost. Nick Wilde. I'm starting to think Carrot was misspelling wrong my name on purpose." he said rubbing his temple.

   "Haha, you even call the bunny with that name, It's you without a doubt!"

   Suddenly, the she-otter left the tray over the table and threw herself against Nick and gave him a big hug, taking the fox by the guard down.

   "Thank you, thank you very much for finding and bringing back my Emmitt, foxy."

   "Errrrr... yeah, you're welcome, but actually, officer Hopps made all the job."

   "Hey, don't be so modest, the bunny told me you helped her to crack the case. If you hadn't aided her, none of this would have been possible." she said while burying her face against his chest.

   "RAAAAA... RRRRRROOOOOOAAARRRRRR..." Mr. Otterton growled from the other side of the glass.

   "Um... Madame, I really appreciate your gratitude, but I think we're annoying your husband."

   "Oh, I'm so sorry!" she released Nick ashamedly "Excuse me, but I'm a bit sickeningly sweet, that's what my Emmitt used to tell me all the time... ah, my dear Emmitt..." the poor otter mentioned it with sorrow.

   "Please take a seat Mrs. Otterton, you must be very tired."

   The otter and the fox settled down on the room's sofa.

   "You have no idea, Mr. Wilde."

   "And how is your husband, Mrs. Otterton?"

   "Same as when you and she found him, he behaves savagely, I haven't been able to communicate with him, he doesn't understand me and doesn't seem to recognize me. I tried to hug him as always, but... but..." said the otter on the verge of tears.

   "Say no more, Mrs.Otterton." commented in a warm voice.

   "That ... that's not my Emmitt..." she cried bitterly.

   Nick couldn't help empathizing with the poor otter; he wasn't a hugger, but he didn't hesitate to extend both paws and embrace the afflicted wife.

   "Take it easy ma'am, your husband is still there, you just have to wait a little more until they find the cure," he told in a soft way as he rubbed her back "don't give up and be patient, we're in a time of several technological and medical advances, they won't take a long time to find a cure."