The tiger came in.
So [the fly] turned off the light.
“Granny, why did you turn off the light when I’m coming in?”
“Oh, did I turn it off?
It turned off with the tiger’s wind.”
Handing him the long match, she said,
“Take this to light up the furnace and eat me up in the light.”
(...) So he lit up the furnace, but then the egg dropped on the
tiger’s eyes and he almost fell into the fire. So he went to the
water basin to wash his hands, but the terrapin who had eaten the
red porridge was sitting there. He bit the tiger’s finger and
dragged him down.
Then the millstone fell from the ceiling and broke the tiger’s head
open.
Then the awl stabbed his bottom hole, and he died.
Then the straw mat came in and rolled him up inside.
Then the carrier came in, picked him up, and carried him out.
Then the spade dug a hole and buried him in it.