Jack wandered through the Enchanted Woods, his heart pounding with each rustle in the underbrush. He had been lost for hours, guided only by the stubborn moonlight filtering through the tangled branches above. As he stumbled forward, a faint glow caught his attention—an isolated cabin nestled among the trees.

Grom, the goblin, sat amidst his ill-gotten treasures, the dim light from an old television flickering across the room. His eyes glimmered with satisfaction as he admired his shiny hoard. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed through the cabin, pulling him from his reverie.

Grom trudged to the door, peering suspiciously at Jack who stood shivering on the doorstep. "Please, I've lost my way," Jack implored, desperation evident in his voice. "Not my problem," replied Grom curtly, slamming the door shut with a dismissive snort.

The forest seemed to hold its breath as a new presence emerged from the shadows. Raja, the tiger, moved with silent grace, his eyes locked on the cabin. The air was thick with anticipation as he approached, his hunger a driving force that could not be denied.

Grom heard another knock, this one heavier, more demanding. Annoyed, he swung the door open, his scowl quickly replaced by fear as he faced Raja. Without hesitation, the tiger lunged, his powerful form a blur of motion. The goblin's reign of greed was abruptly ended.

Jack awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the trees, uncertain of how he had survived the night. The forest, now peaceful, seemed to guide him towards the path home. As he walked away, the woods whispered a tale of a greedy goblin and a tiger who restored balance.