But Why?
“Nick, I can feel you staring. What is it?”
The nervous squeak of the fox’s office chair shifting, then “It’s just . . . why do Wolford and the other wolves in the precinct only wear those ZPD shirts?”
Judy paused, turning away from the report she’d been writing up to look instead at her partner. “Huh?”
“The rhinos wear all that armor, you have that nifty little number, and everyone else wears normal uniforms. What’s up with the wolves?”
“I . . . um . . . you see . . .” Flustered, Judy hopped onto her chair to peek over at Wolford’s cubicle. “Psst, hey! Why do you and the other wolves just wear the t-shirts?”
Grinning like always, the wolf propped himself up with an elbow on his cubicle wall and looked Judy’s way. “Oh, that’s a simple one, Hopps! We do it so we can—”