Welcome to Little Cozy Nook.
Once upon a time there were three billy goats, brothers who were all named “Gruff.”
The three Billy Goats Gruff longed to go up a hillside covered with thick, green grass.
They wanted to eat that grass because they knew it would be delicious.
To get to the hillside they had to cross a brook.
Over the brook was a bridge.
And under the bridge lived a troll.
Now, the first to cross the bridge was the Little Billy Goat Gruff.
“Trip-trap!
Trip-trap!
Trip-trap!” went the bridge.
“WHO’S THAT TRIP-TRAPPING OVER MY BRIDGE?”
roared the troll, who had been taking a nap and was feeling quite grumpy from being shook
awake by the trip-trapping of the bridge.
And the tiny goat said in a wee, small voice, “It is only I, Little Billy Goat Gruff.
And I’m going to the hillside to eat the delicious grass.”
“Oh-ho!” said the troll, who was feeling both grumpy and hungry.
“I am coming to gobble you up.”
“Oh, please don’t eat me,” said the Little Billy Goat Gruff.
“I’m too little, yes I am.
Wait a bit until my brother comes.
He’s much bigger.”
“Well, be off with you!” said the troll, who was usually much more polite when his
tummy was full and he had had a decent nap.
He settled back down under the bridge, determined to fall back asleep.
Soon the Middle Billy Goat Gruff came to cross the bridge.
“Trip-trap!
Trip-trap!
Trip-trap!” went the bridge.
“WHO’S THAT TRIP-TRAPPING OVER MY BRIDGE?”
roared the troll, jumping up onto the bridge.
Now the troll was becoming very grumpy.
How was he to get any sleep with all of this noise moving over his bridge?
And the goat said, in a not-so-small voice, “It is only I, Middle Billy Goat Gruff,
and I’m going to the hillside to eat the delicious grass.”
“Oh-ho!” said the troll, who was feeling even grumpier and hungrier.
“I am coming to gobble you up.”
“Oh no, don’t eat me.
Wait till my brother comes along.
He’s much bigger.”
“Very well; be off with you!” said the troll, who could not believe he had been disturbed
twice in one day.
He jumped back down to try once more to take a nap in his home under the bridge.
And just then up came the great Big Billy Goat Gruff.
“TRIP-TRAP!
TRIP-TRAP!
TRIP-TRAP!” went the bridge, for the Big Billy Goat Gruff was so heavy that the bridge
creaked and groaned under him.
“WHO’S THAT TRIP-TRAPPING OVER MY BRIDGE?”
roared the troll, for this was really getting quite ridiculous!
And a deep, loud voice boomed, “IT IS I, BIG BILLY GOAT GRUFF.”
“Oh-ho!” said the troll, who was thinking now that he was feeling the grumpiest and
hungriest he had ever felt.
“I am coming to gobble you up.”
“Well, then, come and try it!” said the Big Billy Goat Gruff.
The troll climbed up on the bridge, but he was not prepared for what happened next.
The Big Billy Goat Gruff rushed at the troll, without saying a word.
He danced and pranced all over, until the bridge shook so much that the poor troll rolled
off the bridge into the water.
Then the Big Billy Goat Gruff went to the hillside, where he joined his brothers.
And they all three ate so much delicious grass that they were scarcely able to walk home
again.
Snip, snap, snout, This tale’s told out.