“WHO’S THAT tramping over my bridge?” roared the troll.
“It’s I, the big billy goat Gruff,” said the billy goat, who had a bossy, hoarse voice of his own.
“Now I’m coming to get you,” thundered the rivertroll.
“well, come on if you can! I’ve got two spears, They’ll poke your eyeballs out at your ears; My two curling-stones, shall crush your bones.”
Maybe that was what the big billy goat said. 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 burn, and after that he went up to the hillside. There the billy goats got so fat they were hardly able to walkhome again; and if the fat hasn’t fallen off them, why, they’re still fat; and so