The Three Billy Goats Gruff
The Three Billy Goats Gruff
Once upon a time there were three
One day, their owner sent them down the road and up to the hillside to graze and fatten up. So, following their owner's orders, they set off down the road toward the hill where they were to graze. They were eager to get there because this rolling hill had particularly sweet grass growing on it.
On the way up the hill there was a small bridge they had to cross. Now, under the bridge, as everyone in the village knew, lived a great ugly troll, with eyes as big as saucers and a nose as long as a baseball bat. He was an awful-looking creature!
When the three goats arrived at the bridge, they decided that the youngest should cross first.
“Trip, trap! Trip, trap!” went the goat, lightly tripping over the bridge.
“Who's that tripping over my bridge?” roared the troll.
“Oh, it's only me,” said the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff, who was a bit afraid of that roaring creature, “and I'm going up to the hill to graze on some grass.”
“Oh, no you're not, because I'm coming out to gobble you up,” said the ill-behaved troll.
“Oh, no! Please don't take me. I'm too little.” said the billy goat in a wee, quivering voice. “Wait a bit until the second Billy Goat Gruff comes, he's much bigger, probably tastier, too.”
“Well, be off with you, then,” said the troll, who, come to think of it, was feeling quite hungry and thought that bigger probably would be better in choosing a goat meal.
Soon came the second Billy Goat Gruff, setting out to cross the bridge.
“Trip, trap! Trip, trap! Trip, trap!” went the goat on the bridge, not nearly as light on his feet as the first Billy Goat Gruff.
“Who is that tripping over my bridge?” roared the troll.
“Oh, it's only the second Billy Goat Gruff, and I'm going up to the hill to eat some grass. The grass on that hill is particularly tasty,” said the billy goat, a bit troubled by the gruesome voice from under the bridge.
“Oh, no you don't — I'm coming out from under the bridge to gobble you up,” said the troll, who by now really was getting quite hungry and crabby.
“Please, don't take me, wait a little while until the oldest Billy Goat Gruff comes, he's much bigger. He'll be the best meal of all. Tasty and substantial,” said the second Billy Goat Gruff.
“Okay! Get away then,” said the troll, already drooling at the thought of a really large and delicious goat. Just as he was thinking about this prospect, up came the biggest Billy Goat Gruff.
“TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP!” went the bridge, for the billy goat was so heavy that the bridge, which wasn't very sturdy anyway, practically buckled under him.
“WHO'S THAT TRAMPING OVER MY BRIDGE?” roared the troll, very hungry and very crabby by now.
“It is the big Billy Goat Gruff and I am going to graze on the hill across the bridge,” roared the billy goat, who had an ugly, hoarse voice of his own, to match the troll's.
“You think so, do you? Well, think again! I'm coming out from under my bridge to gobble you up,” roared the troll.
“Well, come along then! I've got two spears and I'll use them to poke your eyeballs out. And I've got two curling stones, and I'll crush you to bits,” answered the third Billy Goat Gruff, who was not at all scared.
Well, true to his word, the troll ran out from under the bridge, ready to eat the biggest Billy Goat Gruff. But this big goat flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns. Then he crushed him to bits, and tossed him back under the bridge. After that, he calmly went up the hillside where he joined the other two Billy Goats Gruff and told them what had happened. On that hillside, the billy goats got so fat they were hardly able to walk home again.