E45 Night howlers are flowers!
“I know a thing or two about being a jerk,” said Judy.
“Anyhow, I brought you all these pies,” said Gideon, holding them up. Kid bunnies ran across the field, beelining it for the pies.
“Hey, kids!” shouted Stu. “Don’t run through the Midnicampum holicithias!”
“Now, there’s a four-dollar word, Mr. H. My family always just called them night howlers,” said Gideon.
Judy’s ears pricked up.
“What did you say?” she asked.
Stu gestured to the flowers growing on the edge of the crops.
“Oh, Gid’s talking about those flowers, Judy. I use them to keep bugs off the produce. But I don’t like the little ones going near them on account of your Uncle Terry.”
“Yeah, Terry ate one whole when we were kids and went completely nuts,” said Bonnie.
“He bit the dickens out of your mother,” added Stu.
“A bunny can go savage...,” said Judy, putting the pieces together.
“Savage? Well, that’s a strong word,” said Bonnie.
“There’s a sizable divot in your arm. I’d call that savage,” said Stu.
Judy stood still as the thoughts raced through her head.
“Night howlers aren’t wolves. They’re flowers. The flowers are making the predators go savage. That’s it. That’s what I’ve been missing.”
She raced away, then turned back.
“Keys! Keys! Keys! Hurry! Come on!”
Stu tossed her the keys to his pickup truck and Judy jumped in.
“Thank you, I love you, bye!”
She peeled out and raced toward Zootopia.
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