Okay, so there was this goat called Billy, and he was always mocked by his herd for having a stereotypical name. Billy was never particularly happy at Goat School, even though he had rather good grades.
Billy had a brother called Bobby, who was the popular kid, the one who got all the nannies. Bobby always teased Billy for this, and ever since they were kids they had held a bitter rivalry.
One day, the herd were climbing a mountain. Most of the goats had elected to take the safe, shallow path, but Bobby had other plans. He would take the steep slope to impress the nannies. But Billy knew his brother wouldn't be able to do it. Billy had an A in climbing steep slopes, but Bobby had merely coasted a D. Would Billy leave Bobby to his fate? What kind of brother would that make him? Billy was at odds as he watched his brother foolishly clamber towards the steep slope. It seemed like all of the billy goats and the nanny goats were jeering him on. Billy was too shy to speak out though. No, there was only one thing he could do. He had to follow Bobby up the steep slope.
Bobby was being careless. He was already very far away, speeding along as if nothing could possibly happen. Billy watched his footing carefully. They were already high above the ground. He wouldn't be able to catch up with Bobby before he would inevitably fall to his demise.
"Bobby, stop!" Billy cried.
"What do you want, Billy no-mates?" Bobby jeered. The comment cut into Billy like a knife. He was still no more used to the name calling than the day it started.
"You're going to fall! You haven't studied!"
"Please, a test can't measure up to what I'm really worth. Now turn back so everyone can watch me -"
Bobby fell.
Billy locked his horns with Bobby's as he was dangling over the great expanse of nothingness. Below them, hundreds of feet of wind and air before the trees, which looked like bristles on a brush from this height. Normally Bobby was the stronger of the two, but now he was panicking, his legs trying desperately to cling onto whatever they could. Billy was shaking all over, tears leaking from his eyes as he tried to haul his brother upwards to a safer spot.
The moment seemed to last forever. The cold air rushing past them, all of their hairs standing on edge. Finally, Billy managed to pull Bobby up onto the ledge. Bobby clung desperately to the wall, panic set in his eyes, barely breathing. Billy looked back, the other goats seemed so far away now; did they even know what had happened?
"We've got to climb the rest of the way," exclaimed a breathless Billy.
Bobby was silent. His eyes turned to his brother. It seemed like he was trying to mutter something, but nothing escaped his lips other than a few quiet squeals.
"You're welcome," said Billy rather more confidently.
Billy motioned to his brother to follow his exact footing, and slowly they climbed up the slope. Billy's steps were delicate, precise and well-executed. Bobby's were much heavier and wobbly, but he just managed to keep stride with his brother.
Eventually, they reached the top of the hill. The other goats emerged and rushed to them. Immediately the more popular nannies doted over Bobby, and Billy was left standing awkwardly for a few moments. Bobby motioned that Billy had saved him, and the other goats were in awe. No one said anything more for a while. Bobby turned to Billy and patted his shoulder with his hoof in thanks. It wasn't exactly the hero's welcome he expected, but he had done the right thing. And that would do.
From that day, Billy was no longer picked on. He was looked upon with respect and finally received the dignity he deserved. Billy was happy, and Bobby vowed to study harder in his climbing lessons. All in all, a happy ending for everyone.
