Chapter 2
A festival replete with food booths, games and rides-- all
aggressively carrot-themed. Marco, while still being in his Cop Costume, bounces
along with his folks.
His father Mr. Bodt asks his son nervously. "Marco, you ever wonder how your mom
and me got to be so darn happy?"
"Nope." Marco replies continuing to hop.
"Well, we gave up on our dreams and
we settled, right Bon?" Mr. Bodt said looking at his wife.
"Oh yes, that’s right, Stu. We
settled hard." His wife said exaggerating the hard.
"See, that’s the beauty of
complacency, Marco. If you don’t try
anything new, you’ll never fail. " His father said.
"I like trying, actually." Marco said ignoring his father's worriedness.
"What your father means, hon, is
it’s gonna be difficult--
impossible even-- for you to become
a police officer." His mother said trying to reason to her son.
"Right. There’s never been a bunny
cop." Marco's dad repeaeted,
"No."
"Bunnies don’t do that."
"Never."
"Never."
"Oh." Marco says slightly looking down but then returning the smile to his face. "Then I guess I’ll have to be
the first one. Because I am gonna
make the world..."
As he says this he does a parkour over a vending machine.
"A better place!"
"OR... um, heck, you wanna talk
about making the world a better
place-- " He says as the trio arrive at the Hopps Family Farm carrot booth, which
is manned by too many children to count. "--no better way to do it than
becoming a carrot farmer. "
"Yes! Your dad, me, your 275
brothers and sisters-- we’re
changing the world." His mother says smiling.
"Yep." His father replies.
"One carrot at a time..." His mother adds.
"Amen to that. Carrot farming is a
noble profession." His father continues.
Marco spots Reiner Braun stalking some small animals. He
remains fixed on Reiner as Stu and Bonnie yap on obliviously.
"Mmm hmm. Just putting the seeds in
the ground." His mother says.
"Ahh, at one with the soil." His father says as he starts to turn around to face Marco again.
"You get it. I mean, it’s great to
have dreams." His mother says turning around.
"Yeah, just as long as you don’t
believe in em too much. " His father says opening his eyes seeing him gone. "Where in the heck’d he go?"