"Give me your tickets right now, or I'm gonna kick your meek little sheep butt," said Gideon, before giving the kid a shove. Then he took the sheep's tickets and smacked her with them. "Baa-baa," he mocked. "What're ya gonna do, cry?"

Judy got closer and saw Gideon Grey doing what the fox did best -- bullying some kids.

"Hey!" said Judy firmly. "You heard her. Cut it out."

"Kindly return my friend's tickets," Judy said calmly.

"Ow!" yelped the sheep. "Cut it out, Gideon!"

"Don't tell me what I know, Travis," Gideon said, irritated.

"You don't scare me, Gideon," said Judy.

Gideon snarled and stuffed the tickets into his pocket. "Come get 'em. But watch out, 'cause I'm a fox. And like you said in your dumb little stage play, we predators used to eat prey. And that killer instinct is still in our Dunnahh."

"I'm pretty sure it's pronounced D-N-A," whispered one of Gideon's wolf pals.

Gideon looked at Judy and laughed. "Nice costume, loser," he snarled. "What crazy world are you living in where you think a bunny could be a cop?"

"You scared now?" Gideon said cruelly. The other prey animals cowered behind a tree, leaving Judy to face the bullies alone.

"Cry, little baby bunny. Cry, cry --" Gideon taunted.

"Look at her nose twitch," said Travis mockingly. "She is scared!"

Bam! Before Gideon could say another word, Judy kicked him in the face with her hind legs, knocking him down. But he sprang right back up, and he was mad. "Oh, you don't know when to quit, do you?" Gideon said, unsheathing his claws like a fist of knives.

Gideon shoved Judy so hard that she fell to the ground with a thud. Judy's eyes began to water.

He slapped Judy in the face, his sharp claws digging into her skin, making her bleed. Then he knocked her down and held her face in the dirt. "I want you to remember this moment," Gideon said coldly, "anytime you think you'll ever be anything more than just a stupid, carrot-farming dumb bunny."

Gideon and his pals walked away, laughing, leaving Judy in the dirt. She got up, wiped the blood off her cheek, and glared at their backs.

"Here you go!" she said, returning the tickets that Gideon had stolen.

"Aw jeez, that looks bad," said Gareth, a sheep.

Judy took a breath and pulled something out of her front pocket, smiling wide.

"That Gideon Grey doesn't know what he's talking about," Sharla added.

"Are you okay, Judy?" asked Sharla, the sheep the bullies had taken the tickets from.

"You're awesome, Judy!" exclaimed Gareth.

"Wicked! You got our tickets!" said Sharla.

Judy slapped her police hat back on top of her head, and there was a look of determination in her eye. "Well, he was right about one thing: I don't know when to quit."