Hihoko

Hihoko slapped at the smoldering bamboo mat with both paws, trying to look casual while the elder from the Panda Council continued to pore over their sales ledger. This kept happening. They had moved to The Great Panda City with a pristine business plan: to become the premier importer of rare scrolls and inks. It was a brilliant idea, except for the small, constant detail of the scorching embers that trailed them everywhere. Their first three storefronts had been reduced to ash. Their formal shirt and tie were always dotted with tiny burn holes. They were a fire hazard with a passion for flammable inventory. These days, they have found a new niche selling pre-toasted rice cakes and self-heating tea kettles. Business is finally booming, even if their insurance premiums are the highest in the city.