Once upon a time, there were three billy goats named Gruff. They lived on a small hillside, but the grass was not very tasty. They wanted to go to the other side of the river where the grass was greener.

To get to the other side of the river, the billy goats had to cross a bridge. But under the bridge lived a big, scary troll. He loved to eat billy goats!

The first billy goat named Gruff was the bravest. He walked up to the bridge and said, 'Mr. Troll, please let me cross the bridge. I am just a small goat and not very tasty.'

The troll looked at the first billy goat and said, 'I will let you pass, but only if you promise to send me your bigger brother.' The first billy goat agreed and crossed the bridge safely.

The second billy goat named Gruff was a little scared, but he was also clever. He walked up to the bridge and said, 'Mr. Troll, please let me cross the bridge. My bigger brother is coming soon, and he is much tastier than me.'