Yasaburo smells the stink of singed fur in his nostrils and evaluates his options. He could run. He's pretty fast on his paws. But he's an even faster talker. And he has to admit he wants to know what kind of person can do that kind of thing here. He poofs into his natural state and stands on his hind legs, a move designed to show how harmless he is.

"Hey now, there's no need for prejudice. We tanuki are humble friends of humans."