Could someone please type up or link to the fairytale "The three Billy goats gruff". Thanks?

Question

it's a story aobut 3 goats that want to get to greener pastures but have to pass a nasty troll. 2 get past the troll and the last one butts him in the water. moral of the story is not to be greedy or something

Answer 1

http://www.surlalunefairytales.com/billygoats/index.html

The Annotated Billy Goats Gruff with additional Annotations, History, Illustrations, Similar Tales Across Cultures, Modern Interpretations, Bibliography, and Book Gallery.

Answer 2

The Three Billy Goats Gruff
Norway
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 was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly 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.

"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.

"Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."

"Well, be off with you," said the troll.

A little while after came the second Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.

Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap, went the bridge.

"Who's that tripping 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 the big Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."

"Very well! Be off with you," said the troll.

But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff .

Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap! went the bridge, for the billy goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.

"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.

"It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff ," said the 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. 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 cascade, and after that he went up to the hillside. There the 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.

Answer 3

Once upon a time
there were three Billy Goats called Gruff.
In the winter they lived in a barn in the valley.
When spring came they longed to travel
up to the mountains to eat the lush sweet grass.
On their way to the mountains
the three Billy Goats Gruff had to cross a rushing river.
But there was only one bridge across it,
made of wooden planks.
And underneath the bridge
there lived a terrible, ugly, one-eyed troll.
Nobody was allowed to cross the bridge
without the troll's permission
and nobody ever got permission.
He always ate them up.
The smallest Billy Goat Gruff was first to reach the bridge. Trippity-trop, trippity-trop
went his little hooves as he trotted
over the wooden planks.

Ting-tang, ting-tang went the little bell round his neck.
" Who's that trotting over my bridge ? "
Growled the troll from under the bridge.
"Billy Goat Gruff," squeaked the smallest goat
in his little voice.
"I'm only going up to the mountain
to eat the sweet spring grass."
"Oh no, you're not!" said the troll.
"I'm going to eat you for breakfast!"
" Oh no, please Mr. Troll, " pleaded the goat.
" I'm only the smallest Billy Goat Gruff.
I'm much too tiny for you to eat,
and I wouldn't taste very good.
Why don't you wait for my brother,
the second Billy Goat Gruff ?
He's much bigger than me
and would be much more tasty. "
The troll did not want to waste his time on a little goat if there was a bigger and better one to eat.
"All right, you can cross my bridge," he grunted.
"Go and get fatter on the mountain
and I'll eat you on your way back!"
So the smallest Billy Goat Gruff
skipped across to the other side.

The troll did not have to wait long
for the second Billy Goat Gruff.
Clip-clop, clip-clop went his hooves
as he clattered over the wooden planks.

Ding-dong, ding-dong went the bell around his neck.
"Who's that clattering across my bridge?"
screamed the troll,
suddenly appearing from under the planks.
" Billy Goat Gruff, " said the second goat in his middle-sized voice.
"I'm going up to the mountain
to eat the lovely spring grass."
"Oh no you're not!" said the troll.
"I'm going to eat you for breakfast."
" Oh, no, please, " said the second goat.
" I may be bigger than the first Billy Goat Gruff,
but I'm much smaller than my brother,
the third Billy Goat Gruff.
Why don't you wait for him?
He would be much more of a meal than me. "
The troll was getting very hungry,
but he did not want to waste his appetite
on a middle-sized goat
if there was an even bigger one to come.
" All right, you can cross my bridge," he rumbled.
" Go and get fatter on the mountain
and I'll eat you on your way back ! "
So the middle-sized Billy Goat Gruff scampered across to the other side.

The troll did not have to wait long
for the third Billy Goat Gruff.
Tromp-tramp, tromp-tramp went his hooves
as he stomped across the wooden planks.
Bong-bang, bong-bang went the big bell round his neck.
" 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 gone.
So much for his breakfast,
thought the biggest Billy Goat Gruff.
" Now what about mine ! "
And he walked in triumph over the bridge
to join his two brothers on the mountain pastures.
From then on everyone could cross the bridge whenever they liked - thanks to the
Three Billy Goats Gruff.