Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up
to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three
was "Gruff." On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream
they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll ,
with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker. So
first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the
bridge. "Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge. "Who's that
tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll . "Oh, it is only I, the
tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make
myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small voice. "Now,
I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll. "Oh, no! pray don't
take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a
bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Well, be off with you," said the troll.
