The Three Billy Goats Gruff

After all these years, I’m still not sure if this is a tale of brotherly trust or betrayal or both:

Once upon a time there were three Billy Goats who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was “Gruff.”
On the way up, they had to cross a bridge over a rushing stream; and under the bridge lived a terrible, ugly, one-eyed troll, with eyes as big as saucers and a nose as long as a poker.
So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.
Trippity-trip, trippity trip, went his little hooves as he trotted over the wooden planks. “Who’s that tripping over my bridge?!” roared the troll .
“Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I’m going up to the hillside to make myself fat,” said the Billy Goat, with such a small voice.
“Now I’m coming to gobble you up!” said the troll.
“Oh, no! Please don’t take me. I’m too tiny for you to eat,” said the Billy Goat. “Wait a bit till my brother, the second Billy Goat Gruff, comes. He’s much bigger than me and would be much tastier.”
“Well, be off with you,” said the troll.
A little while after, came the second Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.
Clip-clop, clip-clop went his hooves as he clattered over the wooden planks.
“Who’s that clattering over my bridge?!” roared the troll.
“Oh, it’s the second Billy Goat Gruff, and I’m going up to the hillside to make myself fat,” said the Billy Goat, who hadn’t such a small voice.
“Now I’m coming to gobble you up!” said the troll.
“Oh, no! Don’t take me. Wait a little till my brother, the third Billy Goat Gruff, comes. He’s much bigger and would be much more of a meal than me.”
“Very well! Be off with you,” said the troll.
And very soon, up came the big Billy Goat Gruff.
Tromp-tramp, tromp-tramp went his hooves as he stomped across the wooden planks. He was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.
“Who’s that stomping over my bridge!?” roared the troll.
“It’s I! The big Billy Goat Gruff,” said the third Billy Goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own.
“Now I ‘m coming to gobble you up!” roared the troll.
“Well, come along. I’ve got two spears
And I’ll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;
I’ve got besides two curling-stones
And I’ll crush you to bits, body and bones.”
That was what the big Billy Goat said. He really said that. And then he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the rushing  waters , and after that he went up to the hillside. There the three Billy Goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again. And if the fat hasn’t fallen off them, why, they’re still fat; and so,
Snip, snap, snout
This tale’s told out.

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About judyjablow123

In my youth I was a world class tournament golfer. I earned an MA in history at NYU, after which I knew I had had enough of academia. I have remained a student of history. I have a strongly personal - almost entirely negative- take on the contemporary pharmaceutical and mental health industries. That was the impetus for my Bluepolar blog, which will also include stuff on sports, history and anything else that strikes my interest.
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