A/N:  Hello Zootopia fans!  I am doing this fanfiction about Nick Wilde.  Is anybody besides me interested what happened to him?  So this is my version of a young Nick Wilde!  Tell me if you like it or not in the comments!  By the way, Nick is like, nine, in the story.

Nick's P.OV

I woke up early.  As usual.  I usually wake up early, because Mommy and Poppa are arguing.  They seem to do that a lot these days.

I slowly tip-toed off my sleeping mat in the living room.  Since our house is small(only three rooms, one is the living room, bathroom, and kitchen), I might be heard by my parents, though I could listen to them.  I stepped over my siblings and crept to the door.

"Nathaniel!  You know we need you to work!  You can't shoplift, you might go to jail, and this family needs you!"  Nathaniel is my Poppa, and he likes to shoplift to get money for us.  Mommy wants him to work, because last time he shoplifted, he went to jail.  He just got back.

"Natalie!" Natalie is my Mommy,"You know that is the only way to support us!"

"Nate!  You can't do this!"

"You know what Nattie?  I can't change that everybody thinks I'm just a fox!  They won't accept me to work!"

"Just try, for our children." I had three other siblings.  Neil is my older brother, Nolana is my younger sister, and Nunzi is my youngest of us all.

The door slammed, so I guess Poppa left to 'work'.

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"Neil, wake up!" I shook my brother.

"What Nicky boy?"

"Poppa left, it's okay to wake up now."

"Okay, I'll get Nunzi and you shake up Nolani."

"Okay Neil."

"Nolana!" I poked my younger sister,"Breakfast time!"

"Breakfast?" she was up in a flash, she is so energetic, I wonder how she is only seven.

Neil had little Nunzi and we entered the kitchen together.

We all stopped at the sight that greeted us,"Mommy, what happened?"