Zhusha was a little fox several hundred years ago.
When she was born, she was cast out by her pack because her fur was a dull, greyish dark red and she had three tails, making her look unlike any of the other foxes.
Once, while still a young kit, she happened to wander into human territory—a small mountain village. The simple and kind-hearted humans there, whether elderly, children, or in the prime of life, played with her without the slightest hesitation and tossed her scraps of food.
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