3rd person P.O.V

Judy knew when she crossed the line. And usually, she knew how to fix it.

But there were times where she herself was lost and confused. Times she didn't know how to fix. And that was normal- nobody can fix EVERYTHING. There are just some things you can't fix.

But to Judy, everything HAS to have a solution, she just won't take defeat easily.

Perhaps it was this that had gotten her into the latest predicament.

Here she was, standing in front of her best friend Nick, explaining to him about the package that went missing.

Of course Nick had been furious. In that package was a small box with a golden watch inside, his family's most prized possession.

Judy didn't understand why he need it in the first place but decided to come clean as soon as she dropped it down the gutter.

She replayed the vivid memory in her mind, how the small box slipped between the graters was a question she couldn't even answer.

And it was a question Nick never wanted to ask.

But he was mad. Mad that his best friend for the first time, had failed him.

This wasn't Judy Hopps. This was a trickery. A vision! Anything but real. But the more he realised it, the more it was clear that is was very much real and he had lost the biggest money profit in years.

And because of this mistake, he bailed out on her. Judy wasn't sure which was worse, the menacing glares or the hurtful words.

It was always a "leave me alone" or a "dumb bunny!" Comment that made the bunny cry repeatedly.

Her first true best friend had hated her.

Judy wanted to apologise, she attempted at making amends by even replacing the golden time counter. Nothing worked.

Nick didn't even want to speak to her.

It was the fifth day since the incident and Judy was miserable. The usual phone call then go out schedule hasn't taken place that day and she was just about to give up.

She sat on her small bed, hugging the closest thing she had to remind her of what her friendship and family was like.

She would have called them. She really would have but she knew her family were on holidays, travelling far out from the bunny burrow- she didn't want to disturb them.

She cried into the soft fabric of a stuffed toy. Childish as it may have seemed, it was the sentimental value that made Judy keep it.

She was a young bunny, it was after she had tried to defend another one of her friends that was being bullied.

Her dreams were put down by all the haters. It was all to much for her.

So for once, instead of being the discouraging parents they were, they gifted her with the toy carrot.

It was a bright orange with lime felt leaves. A small cute face sewn in the middle with two little red circles for rosy cheeks.

It was her go to toy when the world just seemed to hate her. A consoling item when she had no one to turn to.

Instead of a diary, she told the carrot all her problems. And while it looked weird- heck! She was an adult with a kids toy! - she never cared.

Nick also knew how much the carrot plushie meant to her. He had found out about it months ago in a horrible incident.

Judy hugged the worn out toy. It wasn't in as good condition as it used be.

The fabric was slightly dirty and the felt leaves were frayed. At the bottom of the plushie was large orange stitching and the toy had looked as if it was given a bit to much affection.

Judy cried silently, the carrot toy in paw and her phone in the other.

It was no mistake that she was hoping her friend would call like he usually did. But he didn't. He was far to mad at Judy to forgive her.

At this thought, Judy was more than devastated. She tried. She tried to apologise and take back what she did.

But she couldn't.

She knew he wouldn't forgive her and wanted to give up. She stared dumbly at the toy carrot in her paws.

"Stupid Carrot." She muttered to the toy which smiled back at her. "You're meant to make me feel better- not worse!"

The more she stared at the stitched on face, the more she could remember Nick holding it and finding out about her little "consoling buddy".

"Why don't you work anymore?" She muttered angrily, crying into the soft fabric.

An image of her father popped into her head, repeating a helpful tip he had always given her.

"If it doesn't work, throw it out!" He had told her.

"Of give it away if someone else can fix it- we need to save the earth you know, recycling things helps. You have no idea how much global warming has done-" Judy stared at the carrot toy.

This item held a LOT of sentimental value towards her. She was almost certain that if she lost it, she'd be depressed.

But at the point of time, Judy didn't like to look at the worn out carrot plushie.

It wasn't working for her, all her sorrows were no longer being filled into the toy which she held so dearly to her heart.

Perhaps it really was broken? Judy looked at her phone once more to see the time, 4:30 pm. She had been sitting there for most of the day.

The screen saver of her and Nick only made matters worse. It only reminded her of what had happened to her and her best friend.

Judy stared at the carrot once more. If she could have traded anything, it would have been the carrot for her friendship with Nick.

Would that make it up to him? Not the carrot itself but the amount of value it had to her personally.

Would that make him feel better? Would he finally accept her apology?

Judy ran to her bathroom and washed her face. The cool water had definitely given her a sense of refreshment and hope.

She changed from her boring old house clothes, rummaged around for a green box and a blue ribbon.

"I hope you work..." She muttered, hugging the thing she cared for and placing it in the box.

The little cute face of the carrot stared right back at Judy as if to tell her, "I will! I will work Judy! Just you wait and see!"

Judy only smiled as she closed the box and tied it with the ribbon, placing it in a white paper bag.

She slipped the handle of the bag around her wrist and unlocked her apartment door, hopping out and locking it behind her.

The walk to Nick's apartment was a nerve racking adventure. What would he say when he saw her?

Would he give her the chance to speak even? Nick would probably not even answer the door.

As soon as she found herself in front of the white door with peeling paint, sweat began to fall.

With the white paper bag in paw, she knocked on the door, surprised to hear his sighs as the lock clicked.

"Oh... It's you." He rolled his eyes. The door came swinging closed as Judy stopped it with a paw.

"Nick! Wait... " she muttered softly. "I'm sorry- and I know I've crossed the line this time... You don't have to forgive me but I want you to have this..." she said, squeezing the bag through the door that stood ajar.

"I don't need your gifts, I don't forgive you." He said harshly, hurting her even further.

"Look," Judy said, "I tried. I tried to apologise and I am trying to make it up to you... You don't need to accept anything but I just want you to know I'm trying... At least take this." She said, throwing the bag towards him.

Nick threw it aside carelessly to Judy's horror. "I don't want to talk to you again Judy." He spat, slamming the door on her face.

Judy lifted an ear to the door, hearing the fox walk towards the bag.

Nick by now was feeling the guilt. Judy had tried. She meant nothing that happened but the amour of money she lost also hurt.

Nick picked the bag up off the floor and pulled the blue and green box out, he untied the ribbon and opened the lid to see the familiar cute face of Judy's Carrot.

He held it gently in his paws. Judy cared so much for the item he was now holding.

He knew that very well from their first encounter. He had caught Judy talking to the Carrot plushie and began to tease her.

He remembered how hurt she looked when he told her she was acting like a baby and attempted to snatch it from her.

He remembered the tears when the worn out fabric stretched to far and tore.

He stroked the thick, orange stitches that were left behind after the incident.

It was a tacky job in Nick's eyes who had tried to mend the broken keep saker.

In Judy's eyes it was perfect, better than before. And that's how Nick learnt about the use of the carrot plushie.

Yet here he was, staring at the permanent happy face and blushing cheeks of the toy carrot.

Judy had given her most prized possession to him in hopes of a friendship.

The anger towards his friends was no longer there. Why? Why had she given him the toy?

"I-I figured that the toy wasn't as important as our friendship." Sniffles called from the other side of the door.

Nick opened the door in bewilderment to see a very upset Judy Hopps.

"It's not the toy itself... It's the value it has that I'm trying to show you- I'm sorry... I know it's probably nothing in your mind but-" Nick cut her off with a hug.

He closed the door behind them and knelt in front of her. "Carrots?" The sound of her nickname made Judy beam. "Carrots I'm sorry for acting like that... I just got upset... I'm so sorry to." He muttered, hugging her.

Judy laughed lightly. "So you forgive me?" She asked hopefully. Nick looked at the carrot plushie which was in his paws.

He held it out to her and smiled. Judy hesitantly took it back and hugged it like a little kid would as he hugged her. "Yeah... Of course I forgive you carrots... I always will." Nick smiled lightly.

Judy looked at the orange carrot in her paw. The constant happy face made her laugh.

"Thank you..." She muttered, placing the stuffed toy back in the box, it's happy face smiling right back at them.