2 This is me 13 Once upon a time … Ævintýrið The three billy goats Gruff á vel við í vinnu með kafla 7; Oink! Woof! Moo! The three billy goats Gruff Once upon a time there were three goats called the three billy goats Gruff. The big billy goat Gruff, the middle billy goat Gruff and the little billy goat Gruff lived in a field and were always hungry. From their field the tree bill goats Gruff could see a beautiful hillside full of green grass. One day the big billy goat Gruff said, “Let’s go up the hillside and eat lots of lovely green grass!” But, to get to the hillside the three billy goats Gruff had to cross a river. They had to walk over an old wooden bridge. Under that bridge lived a big, grumpy troll. First the little billy goat gruff walked over the bridge. Trip, trap, trip, trap his hooves went. “Who is that trip-trapping over my bridge?” said the troll. “It is only me, the little billy goat Gruff, crossing over to eat green grass on the hillside,” said the little billy goat Gruff. “I’m coming to eat you,” said the troll. “Oh, please, don’t eat me, I’m too small,” said the little billy goat Gruff. “Wait for my brother. He is much bigger than me!” “Well, all right, then. Off you go,” said the troll. Then the middle billy goat Gruff walked over the bridge. Trip, trap, trip, trap his hooves went. ”Who is that trip-trapping over my bridge?” said the troll. “It is only me, the middle billy goat Gruff, crossing over to eat green grass on the hillside”, said the middle billy goat Gruff. “I’m coming to eat you,” said the troll. “Oh, please, don’t eat me,” said the middle billy goat Gruff. “Wait for my brother. He is much bigger than me.” Well, all right, then. Off you go” said the troll. At last the big billy goat Gruff tramples over the bridge. Trip, trap, trip, trap his hooves went. “Who is that trampling over my bridge?” the troll roared. “It is me, the big bully goat Gruff, crossing over to eat green grass on the hillside,” said the big billy goat Gruff. “I’m coming to eat you,” roared the troll and climbed up on to the bridge. “Oh, no you won’t,” said the big billy goat Gruff. He lowered his horns and charged at the troll. The big billy goat gruff pushed the troll so hard that he fell off the bridge and landed in the river with a big splash. The troll was never seen again. The tree billy goats Gruff walked to the hillside, ate lovely green grass all summer and lived happily ever after. THE END Tillögur að enskum barnabókmenntum
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