...and then they almost flipped the entire floor tile over but still couldn't find it.
"That shouldn't be the case." The white fox looked around and scratched its head in confusion. "I only use the comb once a day, morning and evening. There's no way I could have taken it somewhere else."
"Is there something stuffed under that mat you're sitting on?" I pointed out. "Since we came in and searched the whole room, that mat hasn't been touched."
"How is that possible!"
The white fox raised its voice, jumped off the stool, and pushed forward with its paw: "When we're not doing anything, we like to coil up on it. If something gets stuck inside, we won't even know... oh dear."
"Oh."
"..."
A moment of silence fell over the room as the fallen cushion brought out shards of a broken comb.
"...So this is the end of it?" It was the idiot who broke the silence first.
"It should be over, right..." The white fox fell to the ground in disbelief, whimpering and turning into a long, soft, white rice cake. "Waaah... my favorite comb! It was a gift from Big White when he brought me back home."
She was crying when she suddenly stopped, her voice choked with emotion, and one ear snapped open: "Oh no! Big White suddenly opened the door and came this way, and he was walking really fast! I have a bad feeling! Maybe it's related to the pudding we ate..."
"arctic fox--!!!"
A powerful roar came from the depths of the porch, and the rapidly approaching footsteps and gradually increasing power shook up countless tiny dust particles on the ground, as if one had instantly arrived at an ancient battlefield outside the wasteland. In the distance, galloping warhorses were constantly approaching, and in the high sky, there was a continuous thunderous roar.
"Let's run away first! Don't say we've met again later, waaaaah!"
The white figure that darted towards the window was intercepted halfway by a large hand reaching out, followed by continuous whimpers and pleas for mercy.
The outline, drawn by the light, was projected onto the half-open door, leaving a silhouette that seemed to dance wildly like a demon.
"You dared to steal the pudding I hid! You dared to steal the pudding I hid! That was something someone asked me to store, and you actually dared to eat it!"
"Waaaaah! We'll eat! We'll eat! Who told you to be angry with us! Waaaaah!"
That chaotic night, the rest of the time was probably spent watching the master and pet wrestling with each other, or rather, the father and daughter.
Oh, and by the way, the white fox actually managed to peek half its head out of the door and try to announce into the house: "I have to tell you! That pudding ended up being caramel flavored—ooh ooh ooh—!"
Then they were dragged back.
Hikari and I stared at each other in silence.
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