A certain Minister of State, called Kim Yu, living in the County of
Seung-pyong, had a relative who resided in a far-distant part of the
country, an old man aged nearly one hundred. On a certain day a son
of this patriarch came to the office of the Minister and asked to
see him. Kim ordered him to be admitted, and inquired as to why he
had come. Said he, "I have something very important to say, a private
matter to lay before your Excellency. There are so many guests with
you now that I'll come again in the evening and tell it."
In the evening, when all had departed, he came, and the Minister
ordered out his personal retainers and asked the meaning of the
call. The man replied, saying, "My father, though very old, was,
as you perhaps know, a strong and hearty man. On a certain day he
called us children to him and said, 'I wish to have a siesta, so now
close the door and all of you go out of the room. Do not let any one
venture in till I call you.'
"We children agreed, of course, and did so. Till late at night there
was neither call nor command to open the door, so that we began to
be anxious. We at last looked through the chink, and lo, there was
our father changed into a huge pig! Terrified by the sight of it we
opened the door and looked in, when the animal grunted and growled
and made a rush to get out past us. We hurriedly closed the door
again and held a consultation.
"Some said, 'Let's keep the pig just as it is, within doors, and
care for it.' Some said, 'Let's have a funeral and bury it.' We
ignorant country-folk not knowing just what to do under such peculiar
circumstances, I have come to ask counsel of your Excellency. Please
think over this startling phenomenon and tell us what we ought to do."
Prince Kim, hearing this, gave a great start, thought it over for
a long time, and at last said, "No such mysterious thing was ever
heard of before, and I really don't know what is best to do under the
circumstances, but still, it seems to me that since this metamorphosis
has come about, you had better not bury it before death, so give up
the funeral idea. Since, too, it is not a human being any longer,
I do not think it right to keep it in the house. You say that it
wants to make its escape, and as a cave in the woods or hills is its
proper abode, I think you had better take it out and let it go free
into the trackless depths of some mountainous country, where no foot
of man has ever trod."
The son accepted this wise counsel, and did as the Minister advised,
took it away into the deep mountains and let it go. Then he donned
sackcloth, mourned, buried his father's clothes for a funeral, and
observed the day of metamorphosis as the day of sacrificial ceremony.
Im Bang.