The dwarf wanted revenge on the tiger responsible for the death of his father, a famed hunter who went missing on the Diamond Mountain years before. So he trained ceaselessly to be the skilled marksman his father was. Finally, he left home and his mother to find his vengeance.

One day as he sat on a rock smoking his pipe, a Buddhist priest came up and asked him for a light. The dwarf gave it to him readily, but as the priest lit his pipe, he noticed tiger fangs in his mouth. So he immediately shot the priest in the chest and he fell to the ground. Then, the priest transformed into a tiger.

So the dwarf went on his way. He had not gone far when he came across an old woman digging sweet potatoes in a field. He went up to her and asked her to give him some. ‘I am very hungry,’ he said. ‘Would you be so kind as to give me some sweet potatoes?’

Without turning around the woman answered, ‘I’m too busy just now. My husband was shot a little while ago and his spirit has just appeared to me. I must have sweet potatoes to bring him back to life.’ The dwarf noticed that instead of hands she had tiger’s claws, and so he shot her in the chest. She fell down dead and was transformed into a female tiger.

Next, he came to a spring where a girl was drawing water. ‘I am very thirsty,’ the dwarf said, ‘Please give me a drink of water.’

‘I cannot,’ she replied. ‘The spirits of my father-in-law and my mother-in-law have just appeared to me. Someone has killed them. I must take this healing water to them and restore them to life. I have no time to waste.’ From the front she appeared to be a beautiful young girl, but her back was the back of a tiger, and so the dwarf shot her, too.

A little further on the dwarf met a young man. He went up to him and asked the man for directions. But the man merely told him that the spirits of his parents and his wife had just appeared to him and told him that someone had killed them. So he was on his way to hold a memorial service to bring them back to life. He was in a hurry and would not tell the dwarf the way. The dwarf noticed that between his legs he had a tiger’s tail, and he shot him at once. The man fell down dead and was transformed into a young tiger.

In this way the dwarf killed a whole family of tigers, but he was not yet satisfied, for he did not know which tiger had killed his father. So he searched here and there, and at last he came upon a great crowd of tigers assembled in a valley. He looked down on them from the top of a hill and realized that they were holding a feast. There were hundreds of them making merry, eating, drinking and dancing. He leveled his gun at them from his vantage point and began to shoot. He killed scores of them, but he ran out of ammunition long before he killed them all. So the tigers came and took him prisoner. They took away his bag of food and led him before an enormous old tiger, who seemed to be the leader of the band.