The
REAL Story
of the
Three Billy Goats Gruff
By Ainsley Y. Ma
Illustration from: Google Images
Published 2015
My first fairy tale book is dedicated to my family.
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I am the real hero Billy Goat! I am one of the other billy goats able to enjoy grass
with the heroic (Not Really) Billy Goats Gruff. I live in a huge meadow of grass
next to the meadow, in an abandoned bear den.
The story of The Three Billy Goats Gruff was a book of lies. It was told that way
because the Three Billy Goats Gruff told the Narrator lies.
I’ll tell you what really happened.
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It all happened one glorious day when EVERYTHING went wrong.
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Our leader retired, and the Biggest Billy Goat Gruff became leader, for he was the
second oldest of the gang, and then the whole Billy Goat Gruff gang ate all the grass.
What an outrage! Our leader eats all the grass! He’s not a
leader goat, he’s a greedy goat! The problem is, I can’t say
that aloud. I’ll be kicked out of the gang of goats and have to
leave Jonny, Ronny, and Connie!
So, I was going to invite them to my place for a 6:00p.m. dinner, and that’s when I saw
something amazing. I saw a fresh patch of grass right across the bridge.
I told the Billy Goats
Gruff, “Why don’t you cross
the bridge to get us all new
grass?”
“Ricky, why should I?” our
leader Big Billy Goat Gruff
groaned. “I’m The Leader. You
don’t tell me what to do.”
“Well, as spokesman of the
gang, I have my reasons. First,
there’s a troll under the bridge.
Second, I cannot defeat it. I
have a plan.”
“NOOO!”he growled.
“But you’re so strong, powerful, smart, and amazing. What can you not do? You can beat the troll like a rag doll!”I know
what he wanted to hear.
“Fine.”
“Oh, and call your brothers. Heh, heh.”
So, I told Small Billy Goat Gruff what to do: Go across the bridge. If the troll’s going to eat you, say that your brother is
going to be more, more, more delicious. Mmmmmm. Little Billy Goat Gruff walked onto the bridge. Trip-trap, trip-trap, triptrap. As if on cue, the troll sprung out from under the bridge.
“Who’s that trip trapping on MY bridge?”
“It’s only me, Jake the teeniest Billy Goat Gruff.”
“Ha, Ha, Ha,” laughed the troll in a growly voice. “You are so tender and juicy. You are perfect for an appetizer.”
“Wait! My brother is more delicious! Wait for him instead!
“Fine.”
Then I told Deaclan, Middle Sized Billy Goat to do the same as Jake.
“Who’s that tromping over my bridge? Aha! You are the
one The Other One talked about! You’ll make a great side
meal!”
“No! No! I’m too puny for you!”
“Ha! Ha! How funny! You are juicy and fat! You may
pass, only because you caught me in a good mood! Go,
before I change my mind!”
Then, I ran up to Elliott, The Leader Billy Goat Gruff!
“Ram the troll of the bridge!”
Elliott started across the bridge. CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP! The sound could be heard a mile away!!!
"NOBODY WILL EAT MEEEEE!" SMASH!
The troll was never seen again!
(And we lived yummily ever after!)
The End
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About The Author
This adaptation of The Three Billy Goats Gruff was written
by Ainsley Y. Ma, in Mrs. Heidelberg’s Writer’s Workshop
class. This is Ainsley’s first published fairy tale.
For fun, this amazing author enjoys reading fiction books, ice
skating, and collecting coins.