The story of the nine-tailed golden-haired raccoon

It's still early spring, and once the sun sets it still feels like winter.
 This is Tanukimori Doroshu.
 Just when it seems warm for a few days, the cold wind soon returns...They say that there are three cold days and four warm days, but even though we long for both hot and cold weather, the comfortable spring is just around the corner.
 So, what shall we talk about this time?
 Hmm...
 Now, let me tell you the story of the nine-tailed golden raccoon, a creature not many people know about.
 When you think of golden fur and nine tails, the first thing that comes to mind is the "nine-tailed fox."
 However, there actually is a golden-haired nine-tailed raccoon.
 His name is Kyumou Tanuki. He is also called "Magic-sama" after the name of the shrine where he is enshrined, "Magic Shrine."
 Kyumou Tanuki arrived in Japan in 1568 by sneaking onto a ship from Nanban carrying missionaries, and arrived in what is now Maniwa, Okayama.
 It is not clear where they came from, but some people speculate that they may have been from India, or perhaps from what is now Indonesia.
 Later, in the 6th year of Genbun during the mid-Edo period, when a copper mine was opened in the area of present-day Kibichuo-cho and was bustling, the tanuki disguised themselves as miners and wandered about. After the mine was closed, the tanuki settled in the abandoned mine.
 Since then, Kyumou Tanuki, who liked the place so much, would disguise himself as a human and spend his days helping with the rice farming in the spring and dancing the Bon Odori festival with the locals in the summer.
 Also, perhaps because of the nature of us raccoon dogs, he seemed to have a slightly mischievous side and caused trouble for people at times.
 His most evil deed was apparently turning leaves into gold, causing trouble for merchants.
 However, it seems that he was not very good at transforming, and when he transformed into a human he had a pointed mouth, a thick mustache, a thin chin and a short lower body, so his true identity was immediately revealed.
 When his true identity was discovered, he apparently ran away saying "Sorry, sorry," making him a very charming raccoon.
 It is said that they would dance around chanting "Yang san, Yang san" on moonlit nights, which could provide some insight into their origins.
 However, although its origins are unknown and it is a somewhat unusual tanuki with nine golden tails, there are stories of it becoming angry when people harmed nearby tanuki and setting fire to the person's house, so it was likely a good-natured tanuki who cared about its friends.
 Kyumou Tanuki lived like this, blending into the local community, until one day, after thanking the people, he said, "From now on, I will protect the cattle and horses," and vowed to "let us know if there was a fire or theft."
 Afterwards, people built a shrine on Mount Bakuro and enshrined Kyumou Tanuki there.
 There are several shrines where Kyumou Tanuki are enshrined, but the "Bizen Kamo Nihon Tanuki Yuraiki" contains a picture showing many worshippers bringing their cattle and horses to Karinu Shrine, where Kyumou Tanuki is enshrined.
 However, there are various theories about why he made this vow, including that he was being reprimanded and punished for playing pranks, or that he lost a magical power challenge to the monk who had been asked to exterminate him.
 It's only natural that they might even be punished for their pranks... 
The confrontation with the priest is something we tanuki would do...Hmm.
 …………Oops, excuse me.
 Now, what kind of tanuki do you think Kyumou Tanuki was?
 Stories are ever-changing, and as they are passed down from person to person, they take on different shapes and forms.
 The stories I have told here many times have changed slightly when they left my mouth, and they change slightly again when they come out of the mouths of those who have heard them.
 Even the most minute mutations that go unnoticed will change infinitely as the number of mouths passed on changes.
 This change occurs in the intervals between lives.
 The story, too, is still alive.
 I hope we can have a lively conversation again someday...