4Goats

The three billy-goats arrive at the bridge. ’Grass!’ says Baby Goat, ’Green grass!’ says Mummy Goat, ’Green, green grass!’ says Daddy Goat, ’I’m hungry,’ says Baby Goat. ’I want to eat the green, green grass.’ ’I’m hungry, too,’ says the troll, ’and I want to eat you!’ Baby Goat walks onto the bridge. Trippety trip. The troll goes onto the bridge, too! ’Hello,’ says the troll. ’This is my bridge. Who are you? ’I’m Baby Goat.’ ’Where are you going?’ asks the troll. ’I’m hungry,’ says Baby Goat. ’I want to eat the green, green grass.’ ’Well, I’m hungry, too,’ says the troll. ’I want to eat you! Come here!’ ’Please don’t eat me,’ says Baby Goat. ’Wait for the next goat. She’s big.’ ’Mmm,’ thinks the troll. ’Errmm,’ thinks the troll. And ’Ahh,’ thinks the troll. ’That’s a good idea.’ says the troll. ’OK, Baby Goat. You can walk over my bridge.’ ’Thank you!’ says Baby Goat. And he walks over the bridge. Trippety trip. Trippety trip. Три козы прибывают к мосту. “Трава!“ говорит козленок, “Зеленая трава!“ гов