Draw a scene containing the characters of this story: You glance into a small, shattered hand mirror, a web of cracks distorting the reflection. Despite its poor quality, your features are strikingly clear: a fox's muzzle, sharp canine teeth, and triangular ears that twitch at the faintest sound. As a vixen, your thick, bushy tail swishes back and forth, and your sleek, black and white fur gleams in the setting sun. You take a moment to admire your reflection, a thought solidifying in your mind: "Of course I look better than a hippo. I'm a beautiful vixen, not a gross, lumbering creature." --- You knock on the door, but it remains closed. Through the window, a rabbit mother appears. She's a medium-sized rabbit with grayish-brown fur, large, round eyes, a small, upturned nose, and a white stripe down her face. Dressed in a simple blue dress and flat shoes, her fur is well-groomed, and her ears are perked in alertness. Several other parents inside turn, their faces clouded with confusion as they peer through the door's window. One of them approaches, asking, "Can we help you?" --- You peer into the party, observing children enjoying themselves. Without warning, you kick in the door. The festive atmosphere shatters as the children freeze, their eyes wide with fear. Parents gasp, stunned, their mouths agape in disbelief. "This is the Federal Hideousness Control Agency," you declare, your voice cutting through the silence. "I've received reports of baby hippos in your home, and Mehr sehen