Jon Bovine: A Short Story

The ten minutes it took to get from the police station, where I had already been twice, to the alleyway, which I had now been about three times, was a little annoying The ten minutes it took to get from the police station, where I had already been twice, to the alleyway, which I had now been about three times, was a little annoying. No, it was a bit more than annoying. It was exasperating, as I had to listen to two people sing who most likely should not have been singing. According to Elliot's logic, both the song by Bon Jovi and the song by Jon Bovine were basically the same. Therefore, after convincing Nick to teach him the lyrics and pull up 'Living On a Pasture' on his Spotted-fy app, the duo sang out at the tops of their lungs. "We've …show more content…

"Hey, buddy! Everything all hunky dory over there?" "Yeah..." I sighing, taking my hands off of my ears. "That was just rather... um... it was... um..." "Tod is a musical snob," said Elliot. "He can't help himself." "I'm not a musical snob!" I defended. "Oh really? Well, since you aren't from around here, you must not be used to quality stuff. No worries, you'll be just as cultured as me in no time at all!" "I have culture..." I whispered. "I'm an aristocrat..." "Guys! Guys, guys, guys! Oh crap, why haven't I thought of this sooner? I have a brilliant idea!" ran off an increasingly excited Elliot. "What is it?" I asked. "Let's have a competition to see which universe is better! Tod, you represent our dimension, and Nick, you represent yours, and we'll see which universe is the better one after all!" "I don't know, are you sure this is a good idea?" Raising an eyebrow, I was a little skeptical. "I'm all in!" chimed Nick. "This sounds like it could be interesting. Should there be a prize for the contest who outfoxes the other one?" "If you win," suggested Elliot, "He'll take you to New Francisco and buy you a …show more content…

"It just doesn't fit in. I mean, no wonder Duke sells his stuff in a place like this." "All of the buildings at home look like this," I pointed out to Nick. "I mean, the brick and the paint... it's just beautifully classical! It's so Victorian with a mid-century flare! Ah, this is exactly the piece of familiarity I needed." "No wonder Zootopia was such a shock to you..." he whispered, following Judy up to the door. The grey rabbit opened the door. A little bell fastened to the wall above the entrance dinged, notifying everyone inside that a visitor was entering. The weasel I had seen before was sitting behind the counter, a newspaper in his face so that you wouldn't be able to recognize who it was. "Nice place you've got here," started Nick. "It feels rather... what were the words... oh! Victorian with a mid-century kick to it, am I right?" "I don't want any trouble," he replied in his squeaky voice, turning a page. "I knew you were a great liar Nick; I didn't know you were a back-stabber too. I thought we made a promise not to tattle on each other, didn't we? Now I've got to hide out in this dump." "Wait, isn't this place yours?" asked