Three Billy Goats Gruff

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Three Billy Goats Gruff is a classic tale about bravery and clever thinking. Three goats—a small, medium, and large one—want to cross a bridge to reach greener grass, but a mean troll guards it. When the smallest goat tries to cross, the troll threatens to eat him, but the goat convinces him to wait for his bigger brother. The middle goat does the same, promising an even larger meal ahead. When the biggest goat arrives, he uses his great strength to knock the troll into the river, where he is swept away. From then on, the goats cross freely, and no trolls ever return.






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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:02):
Three billy goats gruff. Once upon a time there was
a farmer who had three goats. The first one was small,
the second one was a little bigger, and the third
one was very large. In the summer, the farmer took
his goats to the mountain meadow, where the young grass
was bright green and deliciously juicy. A river ran along

(00:26):
the mountain meadow, and there was a bridge over it.
Don't go over the bridge, but stay far away from it,
the farmer warned his goats. But why, asked the little goats.
The grass on the other side looked so much greener
and tastier. A mean troll lives under the bridge, the

(00:47):
farmer warned, enjoy the grass on this side. There's enough
for all three of you. Indeed, an ugly and mean
troll lived under the bridge. He couldn't help. Trolls were
just ugly and mean, and trolls used to live under bridges,
Even if they didn't build the bridges themselves. They all

(01:10):
thought that the bridge was their property. The three goats
had set their sides under greener grass across the river
that day, so they came up with a plan to
get to the other side. The smallest goat bravely stepped
onto the bridge. The troll heard the sound of his

(01:31):
footsteps and came out of his hiding place. Who is
walking over my bridge, he shouted. It's just me, answered
the little goat. I'm going to the other side to
eat the green grass. Then I'll come get you and
eat you. Said the troll, showing his mean black teeth. No,

(01:53):
don't do that, said the goat. My bigger brother is coming.
He's much bigger. Look at me, how skin I am
and just bones and a little skin. The troll looked
at the goat. No, this goat doesn't look really delicious,
the troll thought, So your big brother is coming, the

(02:15):
troll asked the goat. Yes, yes he is, the goat answered.
Then hurry up and go, said the troll, letting the
little goat go. The troll walked back to his hiding
place and heard footsteps on the bridge again. Who's walking
over my bridge, growled the troll. I'm a goat and

(02:37):
I'm going to the other side to fill my belly,
said the middle goat. Ah, you're the goat I'm going
to eat, said the troll, jumping out of his hiding place. Well,
if you eat me. You're really stupid, the goat replied.
And why is that, the troll asked, Because my older
brother is also going to cross the bridge. He's many

(03:00):
I'm bigger and juicier than I am, the goat said,
and that was completely true. Okay, but how do I
know that your brother will actually cross the bridge, the
troll asked, thinking he was very clever with this question. Well,
that seems pretty logical to me, said the middle goat.

(03:21):
The grass on the other side is much greener. Of course,
he'll want to eat that grass, and in the meantime
he made his way across the bridge. The troll went
back to his hiding place and soon heard the heavy
footsteps of a large goat. The bridge creaked under his weight.
That will be my dinner tonight, thought the troll, his

(03:44):
mouth watering. Who's stomping over my bridge? The troll asked,
I'm a goat, and I'm going to make my big
belly even fuller with the delicious juicy grass on the
other side, answered the largest goat. I think I'm going
to fill my belly, shouted the troll. And that's because

(04:05):
I'm going to eat you. But the troll could never
have imagined how big this goat was. He jumped out
of his hiding place, and the goat butted him with
its large horns, and PLoP he fell into the river.
The troll couldn't swim and let himself be carried away
by the current. Where is he now? No one knows,

(04:28):
because he hasn't been seen since other trolls heard what
had happened to him, and then they all fled. Since then,
no troll has lived under a bridge. From that moment on,
the three goats could easily cross to the other side
every day to enjoy the delicious grass.