Los tres chivitos y otros cuentos de animales

Once upon a time there are three billy goats. Their family name is Gruff. They live in a valley, and they are very hungry.

On the hill there is a lot of green grass. "Let's go up the hill," say the goats. "We can eat the grass and get fat."

But on the way there is a river, and over the river there is a bridge. Under the bridge lives a big, ugly troll. His eyes are as big as plates, and his nose is very, very long.

First the youngest billy goat Gruff comes to the bridge. He is very small.

"Trip, trap! Trip, trap!" goes the bridge.

"Who is that on my bridge?" shouts the troll.

"Oh, it is only me, the smallest billy goat Gruff," says the goat in a small voice. "I am going up the hill to eat grass and get fat."

"Now I am coming to eat you up!" says the troll.