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Mitzi snorted and batted her tail against each side. I'm not pink, she said, anymore than you're red. The little fox was firey, yes, but foxes were more orange than they were red, the same way that Mitzi was more blush! than she was pink. I was born this way, of course. This was the first time Mitzi had ever engaged in conversation with a fox, as she'd only ever seen them once they'd kicked it. 

What's your name, anyway? I'm Mitzi. To be extra welcoming, Mitzi even raised a paw for the little fox to nudge as proper greeting.