The Three Billy Goats Gruff
Once upon a time there were three Billy Goats named Gruff who lived together on a
mountain side. On their mountainside there was hardly anything to eat, but just
across the way was a beautiful pasture of green grass. On the way to this pasture
they had to pass over a bridge, and under the bridge lived a big bad troll.

One day, the youngest Billy Goat Gruff started to cross the bridge. Trip-trap, trip-trap.
"Who trips over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Only Littlest Billy Goat Gruff," said the little goat in a soft small voice.
"Aha! I am going to come up and eat you," said the troll.
"Oh, don't eat me," cried the Littlest Billy Goat Gruff.
" My brother is coming after me, and he is much bigger than I."
So the troll grumbled and rumbled but he let the Littlest Billy Goat Gruff cross the
bridge.
Soon the second Billy Goat Gruff started across the bridge. Trip-trap, trip-trap.
"Who trips over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Only the Middle-Sized Billy Goat Gruff," said the second goat, in his middle sized
voice.
"Aha! I am going to
come up and eat you,"
said the troll.
"Oh, don't eat me,"
cried the Middle-Sized
Billy Goat Gruff.
"My brother is coming
after me, and he is
much bigger than I."
so the troll grumbled
and rumbled, but he let
the Middle-Sized Billy
Goat Gruff cross the
bridge
Soon TRIP-TRAP, TRIP-TRAP, TRIP-TRAP, the biggest Billy Goat Gruff started
across the bridge.
"Who tramps over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"IT IS I, GREAT BIG BILLY GOAT GRUFF," shouted the biggest goat, in his great
big voice.
"Aha! I am going to come up and eat you," said the troll.
"COME ALONG, THEN," cried the Great Big Billy Goat Gruff.
So up came the old troll. But the Great Big Billy Goat Gruff put down his head and
ran forward and hurled that troll right off the bridge, and he never was seen again.
Then the Great Big Billy Goat Gruff joined his two brothers in the pasture. And the
grass was so delicious that all the three goats grew round and plump before they
walked home again.
The End....