There was once a striped tiger that lived among the highlands of Kang Wen in Korea.

Hunters called him ‘The Mountain Uncle’, but they

rarely caught sight of him. He boasted to his fellow tigers that he had never been wounded by any bullet; while as for traps, he knew all
about them and laughed at the tricks used by man to try and steal his wondrous skin.

In summer he kept among the high hills and lived on fat deer. In winter, when heavy snow, biting winds, and terrible cold kept human
beings within doors, old Mountain Uncle would slink down to the villages. There he would prowl around the stables, the cattle enclosures,
or the pig-pens, in hope of catching a tasty dinner. Too often he succeeded.

One day in autumn, Mountain Uncle was rambling among the lower hills. Though far from any village, he kept a sharp lookout for traps
and hunters, but none seemed to be near. He was very hungry and hoped for game.

As he came around a great rock, Mountain Uncle suddenly saw a big tiger like himself - or so he thought.

He stopped, twitched his tail most ferociously, growled terribly, and got ready to spring. To his surprise the other tiger did exactly the
same things. Mountain Uncle was sure that there would be a terrible struggle, but of course he expected to win.

But after a tremendous leap in the air, he landed in the bottom of a deep pit, bruised and disappointed. There was no tiger to be seen, but
instead a heavy lid of logs had closed over his head with a crash and he lay in darkness. Old Mountain Uncle was caught at last.. Yes, the
hunter had hidden the pit with sticks and leaves, vines and brushwood, and above it had hung a broken mirror to trick Old Mountain
Uncle.

By and by, a Buddhist priest came along, who believed in being kind to all living creatures. When he heard an animal moaning, he opened
the trap and saw old Mountain Uncle at the bottom licking his bruised paw.

"Oh, please, Mr. Man, let me get out. I'm hurt badly," said the tiger.

The priest lifted up one of the logs and slid it down, until it rested on the bottom of the pit. Then the tiger climbed up and out. Old
Mountain Uncle expressed his thanks saying to the shaven headed priest:

"I am deeply grateful to you, sir, for helping me out of my trouble. Nevertheless, as I am very hungry, I must eat you up."

The priest, very much surprised, protested that this was no way to thank somebody for saving his life. To say the least, it was very bad
manners and entirely against the law of the mountains. The tiger swished his tail, a sure sign that he meant to eat the priest in a moment.
As a last hope, the man cried out to a big tree.

“Oh great oak tree. You are very wise and old. Be the judge of our quarrel.I have just saved the life of Mountain Uncle. Is it right that he
should now eat me up? The tiger says he has a right to eat me because he is hungry. I say he has no right, because I have saved him.”

The spirit in the tree spoke through the rustling leaves and declared that the man should go free and that the tiger was both ungrateful
and besides, had extremely bad manners.

Old Mountain Uncle was not satisfied yet, especially as the priest was unusually fat and would make a very good dinner. However, he
allowed the man to appeal once more, this time to a big rock.

The spirit of the big rock said:

"The man is certainly right, honourable Mountain Uncle, and you are wholly wrong. Your master, the Mountain Spirit, will certainly punish
you if you eat up this priest. You will be no fit messenger of the Mountain Lord if you are so ungrateful as to eat the man who saved you
from starvation or death in the trap. It is shockingly bad manners even to think of such a thing."

The tiger felt ashamed, but his eyes glared with hunger Now he proposed to make a toad the final judge.

The toad, with his gold-rimmed eyes, looked very wise, and instead of answering quickly, as the tree and rock did, thought for a long time.
The priest's heart sank, while the tiger licked his lips.

"I must go and see the trap before I can make up my mind," said the toad, who looked as solemn as a judge. So all three leaped, bopped,
or walked to the trap. The tiger, moving fast, was there first.

Now while the toad and the tiger were studying the trap,the priest ran off and saved himself by reaching the monastery gates. It was only
when at last the toad decided in favour of the man, that old Mountain Uncle noticed the priest was long gone. Before he could lash out in
anger, the toad hopped into a crack between the rocks, and crawling far inside, defied the tiger.

“Croak! You rude and ungrateful beast. Learn some manners!” he called out.

Old Mountain Uncle was so mad with rage and hunger that his craftiness turned into stupidity. He clawed at the rock to pull it open to get
at the toad and to tear him to pieces. But the toad, safe inside, only laughed. Unable to do any harm, the tiger flew into a passion of rage.
The hotter his temper grew, the more he lost his good sense. Poking his nose inside the crack, he rubbed it hard on the rough rock until it
bled. Finally he gave up, and returned to the mountains with an empty belly and a sore nose.

And from that day on, he was no longer known as the Honourable Mountain Uncle, but as the tiger who had no manners.
Pernah ada seekor harimau belang yang tinggal di antara tanah tinggi Kang Wen di Korea. Pemburu memanggilnya 'Pakcik Gunung', tetapi
mereka jarang melihatnya. Dia bermegah kepada rakan-rakan harimau bahawa dia tidak pernah cedera oleh sebarang peluru; sedangkan
untuk perangkap, dia tahu segala-galanya dan ketawa melihat muslihat yang digunakan oleh manusia untuk mencuba dan mencuri
kulitnya yang menakjubkan.

Pada musim panas dia memelihara di antara bukit-bukit yang tinggi dan hidup di atas rusa gemuk. Pada musim sejuk, apabila salji yang
lebat, angin yang menggigit, dan kesejukan yang dahsyat menahan manusia di dalam pintu, Pakcik Gunung tua akan menyelinap ke
perkampungan. Di sana dia akan berkeliaran di sekitar kandang, kandang lembu, atau kandang babi, dengan harapan mendapat makan
malam yang enak. Terlalu kerap dia berjaya.

Pada suatu hari pada musim luruh, Mountain Uncle sedang bertele-tele di antara bukit-bukit yang lebih rendah. Walaupun jauh dari mana-
mana kampung, dia sentiasa mencari perangkap dan pemburu, tetapi tidak ada yang dekat. Dia sangat lapar dan mengharapkan
permainan.

Semasa dia mengelilingi sebuah batu besar, Pakcik Gunung tiba-tiba ternampak seekor harimau besar seperti dirinya - atau begitulah yang
dia fikirkan.

Dia berhenti, menggerakkan ekornya dengan paling ganas, menggeram dengan teruk, dan bersiap sedia untuk musim bunga. Terkejutnya
harimau yang lain melakukan perkara yang sama. Pakcik Gunung yakin bahawa akan ada perjuangan yang dahsyat, tetapi sudah tentu dia
menjangkakan untuk menang.

Tetapi selepas lompatan yang hebat di udara, dia mendarat di dasar lubang yang dalam, lebam dan kecewa. Tiada harimau yang dapat
dilihat, tetapi sebaliknya penutup kayu balak yang berat telah menutup kepalanya dengan kemalangan dan dia terbaring dalam kegelapan.
Pakcik Gunung Tua telah ditangkap akhirnya.. Ya, pemburu telah menyembunyikan lubang itu dengan kayu dan daun, pokok anggur dan
kayu berus, dan di atasnya telah menggantung cermin yang pecah untuk menipu Pakcik Gunung Tua.

Tidak lama kemudian, seorang pendeta Buddha datang, yang percaya dalam bersikap baik kepada semua makhluk hidup. Apabila dia
mendengar seekor haiwan mengerang, dia membuka perangkap dan melihat Pakcik Gunung tua di bahagian bawah menjilat kakinya yang
lebam.
"Oh, tolong Pak Man, izinkan saya keluar. Saya sakit teruk," kata harimau itu.

Paderi itu mengangkat salah satu kayu dan menggelongsorkannya ke bawah, sehingga ia terletak di dasar lubang. Kemudian harimau itu
memanjat dan keluar. Pakcik Gunung Tua mengucapkan terima kasih kepada imam berkepala cukur:

"Saya amat berterima kasih kepada anda, tuan, kerana membantu saya keluar dari masalah saya. Namun begitu, kerana saya sangat lapar,
saya mesti memakan awak."

Paderi itu, sangat terkejut, membantah bahawa ini bukan cara untuk berterima kasih kepada seseorang kerana menyelamatkan nyawanya.
Setidak-tidaknya, itu adalah perangai yang sangat buruk dan sama sekali bertentangan dengan undang-undang pergunungan. Harimau itu
mengibas-ngibaskan ekornya, tanda pasti dia berniat untuk memakan imam itu sebentar lagi. Sebagai harapan terakhir, lelaki itu menjerit
kepada sebatang pokok besar.

“Oh pokok oak yang hebat. Anda sangat bijak dan tua. Jadilah hakim pertengkaran kita. Saya baru sahaja menyelamatkan nyawa Pakcik
Gunung. Betul ke dia sekarang makan saya? Harimau itu berkata dia berhak makan saya kerana dia lapar. Saya katakan dia tidak berhak,
kerana saya telah menyelamatkannya.”

Roh di dalam pokok itu bercakap melalui dedaunan yang berdesir dan mengisytiharkan bahawa lelaki itu harus dibebaskan dan harimau itu
tidak berterima kasih dan selain itu, mempunyai perangai yang sangat buruk.

Pakcik Gunung Tua masih belum berpuas hati, terutamanya kerana paderi itu gemuk luar biasa dan akan membuat makan malam yang
sangat enak. Bagaimanapun, dia membenarkan lelaki itu merayu sekali lagi, kali ini kepada batu besar.

Roh batu besar berkata:

"Orang itu pasti betul, Paman Gunung yang mulia, dan kamu salah sepenuhnya. Tuanmu, Roh Gunung, pasti akan menghukum kamu jika
kamu memakan imam ini. Kamu tidak akan menjadi utusan Tuhan Gunung jika kamu begitu tidak berterima kasih. untuk memakan orang
yang telah menyelamatkan kamu daripada kelaparan atau kematian dalam perangkap. Amatlah tidak baik jika memikirkan perkara seperti
itu."

Harimau itu berasa malu, tetapi matanya berkaca-kaca kerana kelaparan Kini dia bercadang untuk menjadikan seekor katak sebagai hakim
terakhir.

Katak, dengan mata berbingkai emas, kelihatan sangat bijak, dan bukannya menjawab dengan cepat, seperti yang dilakukan oleh pokok
dan batu, berfikir untuk masa yang lama. Hati imam sayu, manakala harimau itu menjilat bibirnya. "Saya mesti pergi dan melihat
perangkap itu sebelum saya boleh membuat keputusan," kata katak, yang kelihatan sungguh-sungguh sebagai hakim. Jadi ketiga-tiganya
melompat, terbongkok, atau berjalan ke perangkap. Harimau itu, bergerak pantas, berada di sana dahulu.

Sekarang ketika katak dan harimau sedang mengkaji perangkap, paderi itu melarikan diri dan menyelamatkan dirinya dengan sampai ke
pintu gerbang biara. Hanya apabila akhirnya katak memutuskan untuk memihak kepada lelaki itu, barulah Pakcik Gunung tua itu
menyedari paderi itu sudah lama tiada. Belum sempat dia melatah kerana marah, katak itu melompat ke celah antara batu, dan
merangkak jauh ke dalam, menentang harimau itu.

“Kuak! Kamu binatang yang kurang ajar dan tidak tahu berterima kasih. Belajar adab!” dia memanggil.
Pakcik Gunung Tua sangat marah dengan kemarahan dan kelaparan sehingga kelicikannya berubah menjadi kebodohan. Dia mencakar
batu itu untuk mencabutnya supaya sampai ke katak dan mengoyakkannya. Tetapi katak, selamat di dalam, hanya ketawa. Tidak dapat
berbuat apa-apa, harimau itu terbang ke dalam keghairahan mengamuk. Semakin panas barannya, semakin hilang akalnya. Mencucuk
hidungnya di dalam celah itu, dia menggosoknya kuat pada batu kasar itu sehingga berdarah. Akhirnya dia menyerah, dan kembali ke
pergunungan dengan perut kosong dan hidung sakit.

Dan mulai hari itu, dia tidak lagi dikenali sebagai Pakcik Gunung Yang Berhormat, tetapi sebagai harimau yang tiada adab

1) Based on the story what kind of character is the tiger .

- Immoral
- Unable to empathize.
- Foolish
- Boast
=talk with excessive pride and self-satisfaction about one's achievements, possessions, or abilities

2) Moral value that you can get based on this story.

3)LESSON THAT YOU CAN GET FROM THE STORY

From that story, the lesson that I’ve learned is we should have a good personality attitude.
Personally, even if we’re in a bad situation we must know how the right way to treat people in our
circle. We also can,t make our problems as a reason for us to treat people disrespectfully

Secondly, we must know how to repay the kindness of those who have helped us.Honestly

Secondly ,we must repay kindness with kindness.Honestly not everyone will help us when we need
Second, we must know how to repay the kindness of those who have helped us. Honestly , returning
a favor is a difficult thing to do because