Into the Shadow of a Demon Fox?

The Allies were losing men by the thousands trying to string together a network of islands from which to launch aerial and amphibious assaults. They had an epiphany: Why were they spending all this time making fake foxes when there were plenty of actual foxes running around? A real glowing fox beats in inflated glowing fox any day of the week, as the saying goes. So why ever think this? Get a fox, slap some glowing paint on it and let it go wild. Imagine an invading army. Ships on the horizon, howarders thundering us. Marines pouring out on to the shores of hayama or hamamasu,. guns blazing, rockets red glearing while glowing spirit fox