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The Three Billy Goats Gruff

Fairytale    4-10 yrs    10 mins  •  4.9/5

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The Three Billy Goats Gruff - Chapter 1

Upon a hillside lived three billy goats.

There was a little billy goat, a medium billy goat and a big billy goat. Gruff was their last name and—for many miles around—they were known as the Three Billy Goats Gruff.

The three billy goats gruff on the top of a hill.

They dearly loved their hillside meadow, but it had grown bare. A bleak winter had stripped away the grass and all that remained were a few measly green tufts scattered sparingly amongst the mud and rocks.

Higher up the hill stood a lush green meadow filled with a bounty of the finest, juiciest long grass. To the billy goats it looked simply sublime.

‘By golly,’ thought the Little Billy Goat Gruff, ‘look at all of that luscious grass up there. I must go straight away to eat bellies full of it so I can grow as big as my biggest brother.’

The little billy goat trotted off to the lush meadow—without telling either of his brothers where he was going.

Little billy goat gruff off to find more green grass.

Tippity-tap.

Tippity-tap.

Tippity-tap.

Before long he came across a great river. Stretching across the river was a magnificent stone bridge. But—unbeknown to the little billy goat—this bridge belonged to a beastly Troll.

The little billy goat had not taken more than a few steps onto the bridge when a great bellowing voice boomed out from below.

‘Who goes there?’ roared the Troll.

‘It’s me, the Littlest Billy Goat Gruff,’ he replied, in a high timid voice.

The Troll raised his ugly head from beneath the bridge and said in a very sinister voice.

‘This is my bridge, Littlest Billy Goat Gruff, and this is where your journey will end as I will now gobble you up for my breakfast.’

The little billy goat gruff tippity taps over the bridge to come across the scary, ugly troll who wants to eat him for breakfast.

The little billy goat was terribly shaken by this, but he steadied himself and managed to reply.

‘Mr Troll, you are such a magnificent creature, such a very little goat as I would surely not fill your hungry belly. I have a brother who is a great deal bigger than I am. Wait ‘til he comes and you’ll have a much better meal.’

‘A great deal bigger you say,’ said the Troll.

‘Oh yes, Mr Troll,’

‘Very well, you may pass,’ said the Troll.

Not wanting to waste a single moment the little billy goat made his way briskly across the bridge.

Tippity-tap.

Tippity-tap.

Tippity-tap.

And once he was safely over, he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him to the lush meadow and began munching on the long grass.

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