Billy Goat Gruff

"Who's that stomping over my bridge?" roared the troll, resting his chin on his hands.

"Billy Goat Gruff," said the third goat in a deep voice. "I'm going up to the mountain to eat the lush spring grass."

"Oh no you're not," said the troll as he clambered up on to the bridge. "I'm going to eat you for breakfast!"

"That's what you think," said the biggest Billy Goat Gruff. Then he lowered his horns, galloped along the bridge and butted the ugly troll. Up, up, up went the troll into the air... then down, down, down into the rushing river below. He disappeared below the swirling waters, and was drowned.

So much for his breakfast, thought the biggest Billy Goat Gruff. Now what about mine?