THE THREE

BILLY GOATS GRUFF

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Once upon a time there were three Billy-goates Gruff who were going up to the Norwegian mountains to eat grass and get fat. On the way there was a bridge. And under the bridge lived a big ugly troll, with eyes as big as saucers and a nose as long as a poker.��
First of all came the youngest Billy-goat Gruff to cross the bridge.

"Trip, trap, trip, trap!" said the bridge.

"Who is 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 mountains to make myself fat," said the Billy-goat, with such a small voice.

"Now I'm coming to eat you," said the troll.

"Oh, no! Don't take me. I'm too little," said the Billy-goat; "wait a bit till the second Billygoat Gruff comes, he's much bigger."

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

A little while later after came the second Billy-goat Gruff to cross the bridge.

"Trap, trop, trap, trop!" said the bridge.

"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

"Oh, it's the second Billy-goat Gruff, and I'm going up to the hill-side to make myself fat," said the Billy-goat, who hadn't such a small voice.

"Now I'm coming to get you," said the troll.

"Oh, no! Don't take me, wait a little till the big Billygoat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."

"Very well, be off with you," said the troll.

Now came the big Billy-goat Gruff.

"Stomp, Stomp, Stomp, Stomp!" went the bridge, for the Billy-goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.

"WHO'S THAT STOMPING OVER MY BRIDGE?" roared the troll.

"It's I, the big Billy-goat Gruff," said the Billy-goat who had a bossy, hoarse voice of his own.

"Now I'm coming to get you," thundered the troll.

"Well, come on if you can! I've got two spears, they'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears; My two curling-stones, shall crush your bones."

Maybe that was what the big Billy-goat said. He flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the river, and after that he went up to the mountains. There the Billy-goats got so fat they were hardly able to walk home again; and if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so-

Snip, snap, snout, this tale is out.

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