“It is only I, the smallest Billy Goat Gruff.”
“I AM COMING TO EAT YOU UP!” shouted the troll. And he began to climb onto the bridge.
“Oh please, sir,” cried the smallest Billy Goat Gruff. “Leave me. I’m far too little. My brother is coming soon. He will make a much better meal than I.”
“YUM, YUM,” said the troll. “Very well. Off you go.”
So the smallest Billy Goat Gruff crossed the bridge and trotted into the meadow of rich green grass.