Finally he could not endure it any longer.  “Hey, Nureongi.  Do I have to wait any longer?  I can’t bear it any more,” said the tiger impatiently.  “Uncle, draw your tail out slowly, not too quickly.  You have to see whether it is heavy or not.”  The tiger tried to draw his tail out slowly but he could not move it at all.“Boy, it’s too heavy.  I can’t move an inch.”  “Ha! Ha! You caught too many fish.”  “Then what do I do now?”  “Sit there until some villagers come out and cut your tail,” said the old dog as he turned to go home.  He heard the tiger behind him, “You old villain! Will you leave me in this trouble?  Ouch, my tail!  My poor tail!”

The tiger cried the whole night with his tail caught in the ice.   He had intended to kill the dog.  On the contrary, however, he was deceived by the sly old dog and was caught in the ice.

Jang-ja Swamp

Once upon a time there was a house belonging to a millionaire named Jang-ja, at the place where Jang-ja Swamp is now.   This millionaire had a lot of property, but he was miserly.  He seldom gave alms to beggars and didn’t give regular salaries to his servants.  He was such a miser that he never lent a grain of rice to his neighbors during years of poor harvest—even when they were at the point of starving to death.

No monk ever received a handful of rice from him.  On the contrary, he had his servants flog the monks because the sound of their wooden bell and clapper was noisy.  He, himself, would pour dirty laundry water on any monk who came to his door.

One day, a young monk was beating his wooden bell with a clapper for a long time at the front door of Jang-ja’s house.  “If you do a favor to the Buddha, you will be blessed,” chanted the monk.

As soon as Jang-ja, on his way home from the town market, saw the monk begging, he said, “What do you want, monk?  If I had enough provisions to give you some, I’d eat them myself.  You scoundrel!  You, servants!  Why aren’t you kicking this fellow out?”  The angry Jang-ja didn’t wait for the servants but kicked and beat the young monk himself, and finally poured dirty laundry water over him.  The miserable young monk, who hadn’t heard about Jang-ja’s wickedness, suffered greatly.