Young Ethan, a boy of about ten years with tousled brown hair and bright green eyes, stood at the edge of the forest, his heart pounding with excitement. The village was still sleepy, but he was ready for an adventure. Today, he had decided, was the day he would prove his courage.

Ethan took a deep breath, steeling himself as he stepped into the woods. His friends had dared him to find the old, abandoned cottage rumored to be haunted. While fear prickled at the edges of his thoughts, he was determined to show that he was not afraid. "I can do this," Ethan whispered to himself.

Ethan paused, staring at the cottage. It was eerily silent here, the usual forest sounds muted as though the place held its breath. He felt a shiver of fear but pushed it aside. "This is it," he thought, gathering his courage as he crept closer, peering through the dusty windows.

Ethan hesitated at the threshold, the air thick with the scent of old wood and dust. Summoning his bravery, he stepped inside, the boards groaning underfoot. Suddenly, a low growl echoed from a shadowed corner, and Ethan froze, eyes wide.

Realizing the source of the sound, Ethan felt a rush of relief mingled with compassion. "It's okay, boy," he said softly, crouching down to offer a gentle hand. The dog, sensing kindness, edged closer, its tail wagging timidly.

Ethan walked back home, the stray dog trotting happily beside him. He felt a surge of pride; not only had he faced his fears, but he had also found a new friend. As he entered the village, heads turned, and Ethan knew that today, he had truly been courageous.