Love in the Fox Family

The fox family had a baby girl. Fox Dad held his daughter and looked her over. “Honey, why doesn’t our daughter look like me?” Fox Mom rolled over, turning her back to him. “Her tail looks like yours, doesn’t it? What more do you want?” Fox Dad stroked his daughter’s fluffy little tail and smiled happily. Fox Dad remembered the first time he met his wife. The clouds in the sky were as soft as cotton candy. He had just learned to take human form and was proudly racing through the woods, spinning and leaping with his eyes closed, when suddenly a flash of red appeared before him and he tumbled to the ground... “Why did you run into me?” she asked, blinking her big eyes. “...” “You touched me, so you have to take responsibility for me!” “...” That’s right, Fox Dad’s wife was a monkey. That day, she had been sitting in a tree, sunbathing, when Fox Dad, caught up in the fervor of ascension, ran straight into her... butt... Theme: