When Tiger inquires of the great god Shao how many cubs she will have, she is admonished that only if she remembers his reply--nine cubs each year--will it hold true. "Nine-in-one, Grr! Grr!" she sings as she heads home. The clever Eu bird wishes a more favorable tiger-to-bird ratio and so tricks Tiger into singing, instead, "One-in-nine, Grr! Grr!"--and that is why the earth is not overrun with tigers today.