This large group of foxes, after a rough count, seemed to be close to two hundred. Suming simply couldn't understand why foxes, which usually have no more than a dozen or so in a group, would have such an enormous family. Could it be that they had lived for several generations in this underground town, proliferating into a huge clan?
But that didn't seem to make sense either. If they had lived underground all this time, some animal characteristics would inevitably have degenerated. However, the foxes in front of him looked quite normal.
Perhaps it was an unsolvable mystery.
Suming was too lazy to think about it and bent down to pick up the long-eared fox in the red outfit that he had found first. He held it by the ears, brought it to his chest, and tapped its moist little nose with his thumb, saying, "From now on, you're their leader. I'll give you a name. Seeing as your ears are long and you seem intelligent, with a rather sneaky look to you, I'll call you 'Big-eared Thief.'"
