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Perseverance Folk Tale: The Tiger's Whisker (Korean)   https://sites.google.com/site/valueslessons 

Once upon a time a young wife named Yong was at her wit's end. Before he'd left for war, her husband had always been tender and loving, but ever since he returned home he was cross, angry, and unpredictable. She was almost afraid to live with him. Only in brief moments did she catch a shadow of the husband she used to know and love.
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When sickness bothered people in her village, they would go for a cure to a hermit who lived deep in the mountains. Not Yong. She always prided herself that she could heal her own troubles. But this time was different. She was desperate.
As Yong approached the hermit's hut, she saw the door was open. The old man said without turning around, "I hear you. What's your problem?"
She explained the situation. His back still to her, he said, "Ah yes, it's often that way when soldiers return from the war. What do you expect me to do about it?"
"Make me a potion!" cried the young wife. "Or some medicine; whatever it takes to get my husband back to the way he used to be."
The old man turned around. "Young woman, your request doesn't exactly fall into the same category as a broken bone or ear infection."
"I know," said she.
"It will take three days before I can even look into it. Come back then."

Three days later, Yong returned to the hermit's hut. He greeted her with a smile, "I have good news. There is a potion that will restore your husband to the way he used to be, but it requires an unusual ingredient. You must bring me a whisker from a live tiger."
"What?" she gasped. "Such a thing is impossible!"
"I cannot make the potion without it!" he shouted, startling her. He turned his back. "There is nothing more to say. As you can see, I'm very busy."

That night Yong tossed and turned. How could she get a whisker from a live tiger?

The next day before dawn, she crept out of the house with a bowl of rice covered with meat sauce. She went to a cave on the mountainside where a tiger was known to live. She clicked her tongue very softly as she crept up, her heart pounding, and carefully set the bowl on the grass. Then, making as little noise as she could, she backed away.

The next day before dawn, she took another bowl of rice covered with meat sauce to the cave. She approached the same spot, clicking softly with her tongue. She saw that the bowl was empty so replaced the empty one with a fresh one, and left, clicking softly and trying not to break twigs, rustle leaves, or do anything else to startle and unsettle the wild beast.

So it went, day after day, for several months. She never saw the tiger though she knew, from footprints on the ground, that it had been eating her food. Then one day as she approached, she noticed the tiger's head poking out of its cave. Glancing downward, she stepped very carefully to the same spot and, with as little noise as she could, set down the fresh bowl and, her heart pounding, picked up the one that was empty.Tiger clipart. Free download transparent .PNG | Creazilla
After a few weeks, she noticed the tiger would come out of its cave as it heard her footsteps, though it stayed a distance away. She knew that someday, in order to get the whisker, she'd have to come closer to it.

Another month went by. Then the tiger would wait by the empty food bowl as it heard her approaching. As she picked up the old bowl and replaced it with a fresh one, she could smell its scent, as it could surely smell hers.
"Actually," she thought, noticing its almost kittenish look as she set down a fresh bowl, "it is a rather friendly creature, when you get to know it."

The next time she visited, she glanced up at the tiger briefly and noticed what a lovely reddish fur it had over its eyebrows. 
Not a week later, the tiger allowed her to gently rub its head, and it purred and stretched like a house cat.

Then she knew the time had come. The next morning she brought with her a small knife. After she set down the fresh bowl and the tiger allowed her to pet its head she said in a low voice, "Oh, my tiger, may I please have just one of your whiskers? "While petting the tiger with one hand, she held one whisker at its base, and with the other hand, in one quick stroke, she carved the whisker off. She stood up, speaking softly her thanks, and left, for the last time.

The next morning seemed endless. At last her husband left for the rice fields. She ran to the hermit's hut, clutching the precious whisker in her fist. Bursting in, she cried to the hermit, "I have it! I have the tiger's whisker!"
"You don't say!" he said, turning around. "From a live tiger?"
"Yes!" she said.
"Tell me," said the hermit, interested. "How did you do it?"
Yong told the hermit how, for the last six months, she had earned the trust of the creature and it had finally permitted her to cut off one of its whiskers. With pride she handed across the whisker. The hermit examined it, satisfied himself that it was indeed a whisker from a live tiger, then flicked it into the fire where it sizzled and burned in an instant.
"What have you done?" she cried, horrified.
"Yong," the hermit said softly, "you no longer need the whisker. Tell me, is a man more vicious than a tiger? If a dangerous wild beast will respond to your gradual and patient care, don't you think a man will respond even more willingly?"
Yong stood speechless. Then she turned and walked back down the trail, turning over in her mind images of the tiger and of her husband, back and forth. Suddenly she knew what to do.

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Discussion Questions
1. Why did the hermit ask her to come back in three days? (Probably to give him time to think up a wise answer for her)
2. What good values did Yong show when dealing with the tiger? (Perseverence, patience, gentleness, generosity, etc.)
3. What values did Yong need to help her husband recover from the effect of the war? (The same list.)
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