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When he reached the middle of the bridge, he heard a big, terrifying voice coming from below…

"WHO’S UP THERE? WHO’S CLIP-CLOPPING OVER MY BRIDGE?"

The young goat thought for a moment and replied:

"Hello! My name is Steve. I enjoy knitting and playing cards. My favorite colour is red, and my favorite foods are grass and chocolate cake. How are you?"

The troll under the bridge

"I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE!" shouted the troll. "YOU WOKE ME UP! NOW I'M HUNGRY, AND I'M GOING TO EAT YOU FOR BREAKFAST!"

"Goodness me," thought Steve the goat. "What a rude and grumpy troll!"
But Steve was very intelligent, so he said to the troll:

"Excuse me, Mr. Troll. I am small and bony, and I taste like cabbage. But my brother is bigger and tastier than me. Wait for him. He is right behind me!"

"URGH! I HATE CABBAGE!" grumbled the troll. "OK, I WILL WAIT. NICE TO MEET YOU, STEVE, HAVE A LOVELY DAY."

And Steve ran across the bridge, (clip clop, clip clop) until he reached the tall, green grass in the meadow.

His brothers saw him frolicking in the grass. They licked their lips and waggled their ears.

"Hey buddy, let me go next!" said the middle goat. "I am fatter than you. If I can cross that bridge, then it is safe for you!"

"If that’s what you want," said the big goat. The middle goat started walking.

When he reached the middle of the bridge, he heard a big, terrifying voice coming from below…

The troll yelling at the middle brother

"WHO’S UP THERE? WHO’S CLIP-CLOPPING OVER MY BRIDGE?"

The middle goat thought for a moment and replied:

"Hello, Mr. Troll! My name is Roger. I like to play the piano and sing opera. My favorite colour is yellow, and my favorite foods are grass and chocolate cake. How are you?"

"I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE!" shouted the troll. "YOU WOKE ME UP! NOW I'M HUNGRY, AND I'M GOING TO EAT YOU FOR BREAKFAST!"

"Yikes!" thought the goat. "What a rude and grumpy troll!"
But Roger the goat was not stupid, so he said to the troll:

"Excuse me, Mr. Troll. I know I look fat and tasty, but it’s really just gas. If you eat me, I will taste like a fart. But my brother is much tastier. Wait for him. He is right behind me!"

"DISGUSTING! I HATE FARTS!" grumbled the troll. "OK, I WILL WAIT. NICE TO MEET YOU, ROGER, HAVE A LOVELY DAY."

And Roger ran across the bridge, (clip clop, clip clop) until he reached the tall, green grass in the meadow.

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