Basia
Llama
- Joined
- Jul 17, 2001
- Posts
- 10,035
Yes, upon talking an intruduction to folklore class now in school, I have been inspired to give each and every one of you a story from my text ("One Hundred Favorite Folktales" Chosen by Stith Thompson © 1968 by Indiana University Press, Bloomington, IN, USA)
Todays story:
The Three Billy-Goats Gruff
Once on a time there where 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 was a bridge over a burn they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly Troll, with eyes as big as sausers 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 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 comming 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 is 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 going 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 ungly, horse voice of his own.
"Now I'm comming to gobble you up," roared the Troll.
"Well come along! I've got two spears,
And I'll poke the eyeballs out at your ears;
I've got beside two curling stones,
And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones!"
That was what the big billy-goat said; and so he flew at the Troll and poked his eyes out with his hornes, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him into the burn, and after that he went up to the hillside. There the billy-goats got so fat they were scarse able to walk home again; and if the fat hasn't fallen off of them, why, they're still fat; and so-
Snip, snap, snout,
This tale's told out.
Todays story:
The Three Billy-Goats Gruff
Once on a time there where 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 was a bridge over a burn they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly Troll, with eyes as big as sausers 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 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 comming 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 is 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 going 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 ungly, horse voice of his own.
"Now I'm comming to gobble you up," roared the Troll.
"Well come along! I've got two spears,
And I'll poke the eyeballs out at your ears;
I've got beside two curling stones,
And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones!"
That was what the big billy-goat said; and so he flew at the Troll and poked his eyes out with his hornes, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him into the burn, and after that he went up to the hillside. There the billy-goats got so fat they were scarse able to walk home again; and if the fat hasn't fallen off of them, why, they're still fat; and so-
Snip, snap, snout,
This tale's told out.
