It wasn't that their appearances were different.
After all, no matter how you looked at it, they were both foxes. Their features and outlines were more or less the same.
It was their temperament.
This fox had a temperament completely different from the foxes the woman with the bun and the young man with the blunt bangs had seen before.
It was a feeling.
Hard to explain.
Yet undeniably real.
The woman with the bun looked a little dazed.
How had she failed to notice such an obvious problem until the aunt pointed it out?
The young man with the blunt bangs had been influenced by the woman with the bun.
She had acted rather aggressively.
He'd barely had time to think.
Now they both felt as if they'd suddenly come to their senses.
That was right.
Just as the aunt had said...
The difference was so obvious...
"...I've never seen the white fox at the zoo..."
The woman with the bun wasn't trying to make excuses.
She was simply stating a fact.
"But I heard it's beautiful..."
"I thought..."
It was just that kind of beautiful.
She'd even thought, no wonder it was the zoo's most beautiful fox...
So beautiful.
But it turned out...
"Oh."
The aunt suddenly understood.
"Then no wonder you got them mixed up."
"You hadn't seen the white fox at the zoo."
"If you had, you'd never have mistaken this fox for that one."
"Nobody would."
The difference was too obvious.
The aunt's words convinced the woman with the bun and the young man with the blunt bangs.
Looking again at the young man holding the Little White Fox, they felt a little embarrassed.
Especially the woman with the bun.
"I'm sorry."
The woman with the bun