The Fox Demon and the Little Taoist

I was telling fortunes for people when a scholar latched onto me and insisted on following me home. The Little Scholar looked frail and refined, but in truth, he was a clingy little husband. Later, that “clingy little husband” lazily curled his nine tails across the bed and ordered the tiny foxes on the floor to do the laundry, cook, and clean the house. “Hide your tails properly. Remember, this is exactly your mother’s type.”