A human soldier from a doomed futuristic civilization traverses through the fabrics of space and time to flee mankind's imminent extinction, only to stumble upon Zootopia - a diverse world unlike any other. Namely, an antiquated society filled with...
We were on the road to who knows where, but I trusted my little fellow travelers, whom I had just met. We were all together: Stu, Bonnie, Judy, Jack, Hazel, Luna, and, of course, I, Cheribim.
Lengthwise, the roadway was quite a long stretch, going on forever, but the width was no greater than that of a large sidewalk found back home. The span was expected for the bunnies and felt more like a road to them than it did for me. Sometimes, I felt like I was growing bigger or the world around me was growing smaller.
As we approached the vast hills, the area appeared to amplify in beauty while the road remained consistent. On both sides, it was like an ocean of grass, and every blade was illuminated in a golden-green color by the splendid sun, which was about to set in the next 70 minutes.
As we pressed towards the sunset, I continued pushing the Hopps' Family truck, which felt like pushing a little tike car with small passengers inside. Even though the truck was much heavier and had more heavy-duty wheels, it seemed to roll just as easily as a toy car. The only tricky part was having to crouch down a bit to properly position my hands and avoid crushing the cabin window. It got a bit uncomfortable at times, especially after recently crash-landing from space, but being with good company made all the discomfort completely negligible.
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I looked down into the truck cabin and saw Stu relaxing with paws behind his head and his green carrot hat resting on the steering wheel. The sound of light country-sounding music emanated from the cabin, and Bonnie was reading a carrot-themed children's book with Jack and Luna on her lap. Once in a while, Jack or Luna would shoot a glance at me until Bonnie refocused their attention on the book.
Outside, in the back of the truck, next to me, of course, were Hazel and Judy. Both appeared to be enjoying the scenic ride and relaxing atmosphere atop the crates.
Hazel was like most modern teens I've read about: zoned out and fixated on her phone. But it wasn't a big deal because that's how many teens are. Even so, she would at least look around once in a while, sometimes at me, sometimes at Judy, most other times out in the distance, and try to notice things here and there. She was wearing small white headphones on the edges of her giant bunny ears connected to her small electronic device. If I had to guess, she was probably listening to Hip-Hop.
With her handy notebook and fancy carrot pen, Judy appeared to be doing a mini inventory check and counting the number of items remaining in some of the crates. With such a small truck, there was no way she'd get to all the crates beneath her, for there was no room to move them. Regardless, she at least got a head start. After closing one of the crate lids, she sat down, jotted some final notes, closed the notebook, and wedged it between two crates. She removed her straw hat, placed it on the wooden tool frame, and looked up at me. I looked away, trying to stay focused on the road, but then I looked back at her because she was still observing me with a small , curious smile. Realizing I was still wearing my helmet, I used one hand to keep pushing the truck while I used the other to remove the helmet.
