The sun was going down, and the goats were eating grass near the forest. Gogi, the smallest goat, was happily munching, his ears twitching at every sound. Suddenly, a squirrel jumped down from a tree.

“Hey, Gogi! Did you hear? Tara the Tiger is back in the forest!” the squirrel said, hopping around nervously.

The goats looked scared. Gogi’s mother nudged him. “Stay close, Gogi. Tara is dangerous.”

In the village, kids were playing near their homes. Gogi’s friend, Muna, was helping his dad pick up firewood. Gogi ran to Muna, bleating loudly.

“Muna! The tiger is back!” Gogi said, worried.

Muna laughed. “Don’t worry, Gogi. She won’t come here.”

But just then, a low growl filled the air. Tara the Tiger walked out of the forest, her eyes shining as she looked at the village. The kids screamed and ran behind their parents. Tara stared at the goats, licking her lips.

The goats panicked and ran toward the village. Gogi, though small, stood in front. “We need to do something!” Gogi thought. He looked at the villagers and said, “Don’t be scared. I will scare her away!”

The villagers were shocked. “A goat against a tiger? You can’t do that!” Muna’s dad said. But Gogi was already walking toward Tara.

Gogi stood in front of Tara, his tiny legs shaking but his eyes determined. Tara stopped, surprised. “Move away, little goat,” she growled. “I am hungry.”

Gogi didn’t move. “You think you’re scary because you’re big? I’m not afraid of you!” Gogi shouted.

Tara was shocked. No one had ever spoken to her like that. The tiger’s tail flicked. “You are brave, little goat, but that won’t stop me.”

Gogi stomped his foot. “You will have to go through me first!” he said firmly.

Tara paused. She was not used to this kind of challenge. The villagers were watching, holding their breath. Tara didn’t know what to do.

“Why are you standing up to me?” Tara asked, confused. “You are just a goat.”

Gogi smiled, though he was still scared. “It’s not about being big. It’s about being brave when it matters.”

Muna grabbed a stick and lit it on fire, waving it high. “Go away, Tara! You can’t scare us!” he yelled. Other villagers joined in, making loud noises with pots and pans.

Tara stepped back. She didn’t like the fire or the noise or the fearless little goat in her way. With a final growl, Tara turned around and ran back into the forest.

The villagers cheered loudly. Muna hugged Gogi. “You did it, Gogi! You saved us!”

Gogi smiled proudly. “I just did what I had to do.”

From that day on, everyone called him Gogi the Brave. The villagers felt safe knowing that even the smallest among them had the biggest courage. As the sun set, the village returned to normal, with Gogi as their tiny hero who had stood up to a giant tiger.

The End.