“If a man had the unfortunate luck of meeting a tiger, especially one as fearsome as I am,” roared Horangi, “I’m positive that it would be the man who would run for his life!”

“But we’ve heard stories about Man from our fathers,” said another tiger, “They warned that Man can be dangerous!”

“Hah! I’m not scared of anything!” Horangi smirked, “There is nothing to be afraid of, and I will prove it to you.”

That night, Horangi resolved to venture into a small village, where the villagers were asleep, for his dinner. 

“I can smell the oxen and cows, but where has Man hidden them?” Horangi asked himself, “I’m very hungry. I think I shall easily eat two animals tonight.”

The tiger moved stealthily around the village. All of a sudden, a piercing noise made him stop in his tracks and cover his ears!

“What’s that? It sounds like screeching cats!” Horangi moaned. The noise came from an open window above where Horangi stood. In the midst of the noise, there were men's voices!

“Not again!” exclaimed an agitated male voice. “What’s wrong with the baby, Sun-Hi? He’s going to wake the whole village again,” Hak-Kun sighed.

“Maybe, he’s hungry. I’ll feed him,” said Sun-Hi.

Horangi’s stomach growled softly. “How interesting...” the tiger whispered. “If I screeched like the baby, would the man feed me too?” Before Horangi could take another step, he had to cover his ears again. The horrible noise was giving him a splitting headache!

“Seung doesn’t want milk,” announced Sun-Hi disappointedly.

“Hush now, dear son,” soothed Hak-Kun as he carried the baby in his arms. “If you don’t stop, a fierce wolf or wild boar will come and get you!”

The baby looked puzzlingly at his father and was quiet for a brief moment. Then, he wailed again, this time his cries were louder, stronger and more insistent.

“Stop it! You’ll give Seung nightmares!” Sun-Hi scolded.

Horangi shook his head in disbelief. Why is Man so uninformed? Wolves and wild boars were not fierce at all. Why, a few nights ago, he had effortlessly hunted down one of each for dinner!

“I’m trying to scare him so he’ll stop crying,” explained Hak-Kun.

“That’s silly!” responded Sun-Hi.

“It’s not! What if a tiger was led into our village by this terrible noise? It would not think twice before pouncing on any one of us with its sharp claws!" Hak-Kun surmised.

Horangi’s ears perked up. The tiger was impressed now. The man spoke truth! A tiger’s roar could paralyse his prey with fear. Then, the tiger would leap at his prey and kill it or shatter its spine with one swipe of his sharp claws!

“Hak-Kun, it’s clear our baby is not afraid of any wolf, wild boar or tiger,” concluded Sun-Hi as she rocked the unhappy baby in her arms.

Poor Horangi was confused. If a tiger met a fearless baby, would the tiger be the one that ran away? Surely not! The noise was getting louder and louder!

“If the baby doesn’t stop this noise, I’ll jump through the open window and devour all of them!” Horangi told himself.

Suddenly, Sun-Hi cried out, “Gotgam!”

Moments later, all noise ceased. The baby was quiet and the silence was deafening! Strangely, Horangi thought he could hear loud thumping sounds now. They were not coming from above or around him. Where were they coming from?

Suddenly, the tiger froze. Oh no! They were the frantic beatings of his heart! Was he... fearful?

"What kind of a beast was a gotgam?" muttered Horangi. How could the mere mention of its name scare the miserable, crying baby into immediate obedience, he wondered.
 
“Peace, at last,” Hak-Kun sighed with relief. “So, only gotgam can quieten Seung!”
 
“Yes, and there are more gotgams in each of the houses in the village,” revealed Sun-Hi. “We made them ourselves and stored them to last us a few months before the next harvest.” Horangi couldn’t believe his ears!
 
“How many more fearsome beasts are there? How did Man make these beasts and store them?” he muttered as he slowly backed away.
 
Suddenly, something hard and hefty landed violently on the tiger’s back! A loud, deathly scream followed that sent shivers down the tiger’s spine! Then, something cast a long shadow on the ground beside the tiger.
 
“Gotgam!” roared Horangi in fright, as he threw the object off his back. Terrified, the tiger bolted away!
 
All of a sudden, the tiger was met by screaming villagers. They held flaming torches and threw spears and rocks in his direction.

“What a horrible gotgam to attack defenceless me,” whined Horangi, his voice quivering as he licked the cuts on his legs and sides.

Back in the village, everyone was relieved that no one was hurt and that all their livestock were safe in their sheds. “What happened?” asked Sun-Hi, when Hak-Kun returned home.

“A tiger and a thief were in our village, but nothing was taken. Something must have spooked the thief to drop his bags by the side of our house. As for the tiger, it ran away.”

“Oh?” gasped Sun-Hi. “So, it was the thief who screamed?”

“Just before the roar,” added Hak-Kun.

“What a horrible and sad end for the thief if he was a meal for the tiger,” said Sun-Hi sadly.

“We don’t know if that happened. There was no trail of blood at all. There were clear paw prints and footprints by our house but they went in opposite directions.”

“Then there is hope that nothing unfortunate happened to the poor thief!” she said, relieved. “I’m just pleased that Seung didn’t cry again from all that commotion,” said Hak-Kun. “Who would have thought that Seung wanted a gotgam?”

“Apparently, sucking the gotgam or dried persimmon soothes the gums when the child is teething,” explained Sun-Hi.

That night, and many nights thereafter, the family and the village had undisturbed sleep. Seung had no reason to cry again while he was teething, simply because of gotgam. He liked the sweetness of the dried fruit. Thankfully, the village did not have another visit from either a tiger or a thief. In fact, it became known as the safest village to live on the foothills.

As for Horangi, he never left the forest again. He also dissuaded his friends from venturing into any villages for a long time afterwards.

All they would dare do was look at the village from the edge of the forest, and hope that they remained safe from the gotgam.

"I don't want the frightening and fearsome gotgam to get me or my friends!” Horangi decided. “And I don’t want any of us to face any crazy villagers either!”

Acknowledgement:

Illustrator: Eliz Ong

Eliz Ong is an freelance illustrator cum designer based in ever sunny Singapore. She has worked with various publishers and design companies both local and overseas. Doing children’s book illustrations is her first love, with her second love being lino printing!