The Three Billy Goats

The Three Billy Goats

Long ago, there were three goats named Big, Middle, and Small. Like all goats, they loved grass, and they were always hungry for more. One day, Small said, " Look over there, across the river! " The goats looked. They saw a big, green hill. " That hill is so green! " said Middle. " It must be covered with tasty grass. " " That grass will make a fine lunch. " said Big. " Let's go there now! "

The goats reached the edge of the river. They saw a sign. It said: Warning! Troll Bridge! Do Not Cross! " I don't like trolls! " said Small. " Neither do I! " said Middle. " Don't worry, " said Big. He pointed under the bridge. " Look! We are three smart goats, and I see only one little troll. We can get across that bridge. "

Small went first. As he trotted across the bridge, his small feet made a small sound. Trip-trap. Trip-trap. Trip-trap. The troll woke up. “ Who is crossing my bridge?” he yelled. " It's only me! " said Small. " I want some fresh grass to eat. Please let me go across. " " No one may cross! " cried the troll. " If you try, I will gobble you up! " The little goat stopped to think.

" Please don't do that, " said Small. " I am very small and thin. Wait for my sister. She is bigger. You will find her much more tasty. ” “ Well, ” said the troll. “ All right then. Now run away before I change my mind! ” So Small ran across the bridge. Next came Middle. As she trotted across the bridge, her middle-sized feet made a middle-sized sound. TRIP-trap. TRIP-trap. TRIP-trap. " Who is crossing my bridge?" yelled the troll. " It's only me! " said the goat. " I want some fresh grass to eat. Please let me go across. "

" No one may cross! " cried the troll. " If you try to cross my bridge, I will gobble you up! " " Please don't do that, " said Middle. " Wait for my brother. He is very big, and he will make a much more tasty meal. ” " Well, " said the troll. " All right then. Now run away before I change my mind! " So Middle ran across the bridge. Then came Big. As he trotted across the bridge, his very big feet made a very big sound. TRIP-TRAP. TRIP-TRAP. TRIP-TRAP. " Who is crossing my bridge?" yelled the troll. " It's only me! " said the goat. " I want some fresh grass to eat. Please let me go across. "