Three Billy Goats

Three Billy Goats

Three billy goats wanted to cross a bridge to eat the grass on the

other side. The problem was that under the bridge lived a terrible Troll with

teeth of iron and eyes of fire.

The youngest Billy Goat crossed the bridge. Trip, trap, trip, trap.

“AHA! I will gobble you up!” shouted the Troll.

“No, don’t take me. I’m too little,” said the Billy Goat. “Wait till my

brother comes. He’s much bigger.”

The second Billy Goat crossed the bridge. Trip, trap, trip, trap.

“I have been waiting for you,” shouted the Troll.

“No, don’t take me. Wait till my brother crosses. He’s much bigger.”

At that moment, the big Billy Goat arrived on the bridge which

creaked and groaned.

“At last, I’m coming to gobble you up!” roared the Troll.

“Well, come along! I’ve got two

spears, and I’ll poke your eyeballs out at

your ears; I’ve got two great flat stones, and

I’ll crush you to bits, body and bones.”

So said the Billy Goat and so he did!