Zootopia Halloween Novelas e Histórias

"Madness? What madness?" Wendy's smile vanished. Her face went pale. She twisted her hands. "The Hunt, Miss." My stomach, just filled with warm food, turned to a block of ice. I'd forgotten. In my haze of magical healing and bacon, I had forgotten. "The Hallowed Hunt," I said, the words flat. "It's tonight," Wendy whispered. "Tonight?" "At moonrise. The whole pack is in a frenzy. It's a celebration, Miss! A cleansing! The pack—they hated her. Luna Quinn. They're—they're happy. That the rot is being purged."

“And I suppose that could be true, although it seems to me you could say just as easily that they’re worthless because they revel in exploiting human depravity. Have you seen many of these films, Detective? They’re not only violent, they’re sadistic. Nothing but a parade of bodies being destroyed in every imaginable way. And they’re mostly women’s bodies. You don’t need to be a psychologist to see that they seem more like sick power fantasies than— I don’t know what you’d call it.” “Catharsis?” I offered. She softened a little more, and allowed another wry smile. “You really have been talking to James.” I smiled back. “Then I suppose it’s safe to assume you’re not planning on going to James’

Zander: Are you awake? Me: Yes. Zander: I'm sorry for what I said at the party. Me: It's okay. Why are you awake? Zander: I was hungry. Me: We were having raccoon issues. Zander: That's funny. Me: We finally caught Rocket. Zander: Who's Rocket? Me: The large male. Zander: Did you catch Groot, too? Me: Not yet. Zander: Do you want to hang with me tomorrow?