Three Billy Goats Gruff

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To get to the lush hillside for grazing, the three billy goats have to go over a rickety bridge guarded by a big, ugly troll who dines on anything that dares to cross. The small billy goat gruff goes first and convinces the troll to wait for the next billy goat, who is much bigger and would make a better meal. When the second billy goat crosses, he convinces the troll to wait for the biggest goat of all. But when the third goat comes along, he is bigger than the troll! He knocks the troll into the stream, where he is swept away, and the three billy goats graze to their hearts' content.

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Once upon a time there was a beautiful hillside surrounded

by cascading streams. The hillside was covered in a lush greenery

and lovely plants. But the only way to get there was to cross the stream

on an old rickety bridge. Under the bridge there lived a great,

big, ugly troll with eyes as big as plates and a nose as long as a tree branch.

The troll knew that many animals liked coming to the hillside to graze

on the tasty fields of grass. So he waited under the bridge to dine

on anything that would dare cross the bridge. The troll waited and waited

for something to cross the bridge and he grew hungrier by the minute.

One day, a young Billy Goat named Gruff came to cross the bridge.

“Creek, creek,” went the old rickety bridge. “Who’s that crossing over my bridge, roared the troll.

He heard a tiny voice say, “Maaa, it is only I, the smallest Billy Goat Gruff

and I’m going up the hillside and I’m gonna make myself fat."

“Well, I’m coming to devour you,” said the troll.

“Oh, no don’t take me. I’m too little,” said the smallest Billy Goat Gruff

“Wait a bit until the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. He’s much bigger.” “Be off with you then,” said the troll.

A little while later the second Billy Goat Gruff came to cross the bridge.

“Creek, creek,” went the old rickety bridge.

“Who’s that crossing over my bridge,” roared the troll.

“It is I, the second Billy Goat Gruff and I’m going up the hillside to make

myself fat,” said the Billy Goat who didn’t have such a small voice.

“Well, I’m coming to devour you,” said the troll.

“Oh, no don’t take me. Wait a little till the big Billy Goat Gruff comes

he’s much bigger,” said the second Billy Goat Gruff.

“Very well, be off with you then,” said the troll.

And so the troll waited and grew hungrier and hungrier.

After a little while, up came the big Billy Goat Gruff.

After a little while, up came the big Billy Goat Gruff.

“Creek, creek,” went the rickety old bridge.

“Who’s that crossing over my bridge,” roared the troll.

“It is I, the big Billy Goat Gruff,” said the Billy Goat who had a big,
ugly hoarse voice of his own.

“Well, I’m coming to devour you,” roared the troll.

And so the troll jumped out from under the bridge to eat the big

Billy Goat Gruff but he found out that this Billy Goat was bigger

than the troll himself. Then the big Billy Goat Gruff lowered his head and showed his great horns.

He charged at the troll, he knocked him right off the bridge and into

the stream, where he was swept away never to be seen again. And so the big Billy Goat Gruff crossed the bridge to the hillside

where the three Billy Goats Gruff ate until they grew fat and could not

eat anymore.

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Credits

Illustrated by: Constanthing

Cast

Narrator: Brandon Molale