Once upon a time, there were three billy goats who were brothers. They were all named Gruff. There was Little Billy Goat Gruff, who was tiny and white with a little bell that went ting-ting-ting. There was Middle Billy Goat Gruff, who was bigger and stronger with a medium bell that went ding-ding-ding. And there was Big Billy Goat Gruff, the biggest of all, with great curving horns and a big brass bell that went dong-dong-dong.
The three Billy Goats Gruff lived on a hillside, but by now they had eaten all the grass. They were hungry! Across the river, they could see a beautiful green meadow covered with the sweetest, tallest, most delicious grass they had ever seen. "Oh, if only we could get to that meadow!" sighed Little Billy Goat Gruff. "We would grow so fat and happy!" said Middle Billy Goat Gruff. "Then let us go," said Big Billy Goat Gruff wisely.
But to get to the meadow, they had to cross a bridge over a rushing river. And under that bridge lived a great ugly troll with eyes as big as saucers and a nose as long as a poker. He was the grumpiest, meanest, most disagreeable troll in the whole wide world. "Nobody crosses MY bridge!" he would growl. And he would gobble up anyone who tried.
"I will go first," said Little Billy Goat Gruff bravely. "I am the smallest, and my hooves are the quietest." So Little Billy Goat Gruff stepped onto the bridge. Trip, trap, trip, trap went his tiny hooves on the wooden planks. The bridge swayed ever so slightly as he walked carefully across.
"WHO'S THAT TRIP-TRAPPING OVER MY BRIDGE?" roared the troll, popping his big ugly head up from underneath. "It is only me, Little Billy Goat Gruff," said the smallest goat in his tiniest voice. "I am going to the meadow to eat the sweet grass." "Oh no you're not! I'm going to gobble you up!" growled the troll.
"Oh please don't eat me!" said Little Billy Goat Gruff. "I am so small and thin. Wait for my brother, Middle Billy Goat Gruff. He is much bigger and tastier than me!" The troll scratched his big bumpy head and thought about it. "A bigger goat, you say? Hmm, very well then. Be off with you!" So Little Billy Goat Gruff skipped happily across the bridge to the green meadow. Trip, trap, trip, trap!
Next came Middle Billy Goat Gruff. TRIP, TRAP, TRIP, TRAP went his hooves on the bridge, a little louder this time. "WHO'S THAT TRIP-TRAPPING OVER MY BRIDGE?" roared the troll again, his yellow eyes bulging. "It is me, Middle Billy Goat Gruff," said the second goat in his medium voice. "I am going to the meadow to eat the sweet grass." "Oh no you're not! I'm going to gobble you up!" snarled the troll.
"Oh, you don't want to eat me," said Middle Billy Goat Gruff calmly. "Wait for my brother, Big Billy Goat Gruff. He is MUCH bigger and fatter than me. He would make a much better meal!" The greedy troll licked his lips. "Even BIGGER, you say? All right then, off you go!" So Middle Billy Goat Gruff trotted happily across the bridge to join his little brother in the meadow. TRIP, TRAP, TRIP, TRAP!
Then came Big Billy Goat Gruff. TRIP-TRAP! TRIP-TRAP! TRIP-TRAP! went his great heavy hooves. The whole bridge shook and groaned under his weight. The planks rattled. The river below splashed. "WHO'S THAT TRIP-TRAPPING OVER MY BRIDGE?" roared the troll so loudly that the birds flew away from the trees.
"IT IS I, BIG BILLY GOAT GRUFF!" bellowed the biggest goat in his great deep voice. The troll climbed up onto the bridge with his big ugly hands and his big ugly feet. "I'm going to gobble you up!" he shouted. But Big Billy Goat Gruff was not afraid at all. He lowered his magnificent horns, stamped his powerful hooves, and said: "Well, come along then! I've got two great big horns to poke your eyes out and four hard hooves to stamp you flat!"
Big Billy Goat Gruff charged! He ran at the troll with his great horns lowered. CRASH! He butted the troll so hard that the silly creature flew up into the air, over the railing, and SPLASH — right into the cold rushing river below! The troll tumbled and spluttered and was carried far, far away by the water, never to be seen again. "And good riddance!" said Big Billy Goat Gruff, shaking his magnificent horns.
Big Billy Goat Gruff walked proudly across the bridge to join his two brothers in the beautiful green meadow. And there the three Billy Goats Gruff ate and ate and ate the sweet green grass until they were so fat they could hardly walk home again. The bridge was safe for everyone to cross now, and nobody was afraid anymore. Snip, snap, snout, this tale is told out!








