So
first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.
"Trip,
Trap; trip, trap!" went the bridge.
"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.
