I was this close to falling asleep, when my sheets were ripped away. I thought I was going to die of cold shock.
The cracking of naked knuckle bones broke the silence, and a long, white finger speared out of the dark. It stopped an inch from my nose.
“CHOOSE!” the voice tolled louder than an iron bell. I couldn’t see the face behind the deep-cowled hood, but somehow I knew it was better that way. Frost fringed his hood, despite the mid-summer heat.
“Did you come to kill me?”
“CHOOSE!” the long, bony finger jabbed at me.
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The girl with the flower tied to her back was called Amber.
She rode a speckled grey mare through the forests of grain, the flower’s white petals lapping at her shoulder with every stride. Dirt furrows rose and fell like foothills, and the forest of grain never changed-
Until Amber’s head was nearly lopped off by a scythe.
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I swear, I only saw it for the sloths.
Yet, by the end of the first two scenes, I had already learned more than enough from Zootopia (2016) to pack up the popcorn, leave the theater, and write this post.
I mean, I didn’t. I stayed for the sloths.
My point is Zootopia is a highly accessible movie that uses VERY GOOD DEVICE for writing sympathetic characters and fleshing out their motives. Thrice.
Here’s what I learned (Spoilers Ahoy!):
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Professor Lou Pole, possibly the greatest mind of his generation, had no business leaving his prestigious (and very high paying job) at ELITE AND NEEDLESSLY EXPENSIVE UNIVERSITY.
But he did.
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