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And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so,. For more great stories, visit our collection of Short Stories for Children. Henry H. A mean and hungry troll lives under a bridge. But a wolf laid himself across the narrow mountain path and said, "Run! Run, or I'll eat you up! I am very skinny, but a goat will soon come who has two little bellies. He will fill you up. Then came the second goat, the one with two little bellies, and who was now full.

The wolf said to him as well, "Run! I am only half meat, but a goat will soon come who has three little bellies, and who will fill you up completely. Then came the third goat, the one with three little bellies. He had finally gotten full. The wolf said to him, "Run! And there the poor rascal lay. He wanted the biggest and fattest mouthfull, but instead got nothing -- but pain.

Translated by D. If I can cross that bridge, then it is safe for you! The middle goat started walking. When he reached the middle of the bridge, he heard a big, terrifying voice coming from below….

The middle goat thought for a moment and replied: "Hello, Mr. My name is Roger. I like to play the piano and sing opera. My favorite colour is yellow, and my favorite foods are grass and chocolate cake. If you eat me, I will taste like a fart. But my brother is much tastier. The big goat saw Steve and Roger playing in the grass.

He did a little goat dance and made a funny goat sound. My name is Tony. I like to bake cookies and walk on the beach. My favorite colour is blue, and my favorite foods are grass and chocolate cake.

But before Tony could say anything else, the troll jumped up onto the bridge. He had hands as big as dinner plates. His feet were as long as loaves of bread. And the hair on his back was as thick as grass. He stomped his feet. So the greedy Troll decided to wait and Little Billy-Goat Gruff skipped over the bridge and began to eat the fresh green grass on the other side. The other goats saw Little Billy-Goat Gruff eating the fresh green grass and were jealous because they wanted some too.

Trip, trap, trip, trap went his middle-sized hooves. Again the Troll loomed out from under the bridge. Then the Troll rushed at Big Billy-Goat Gruff who bent his head and bravely charged at the Troll, catching him up in his horns and tossing him into the stream below. From then on, anyone could cross the bridge and enjoy the sweet green grass with the Three Billy-Goats Gruff.

But they were still hungry.