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Oh, it is only I, the tiniest billy goat Gruff; and I'm going up the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small voice.

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Now I'm coming 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 next billy goat Gruff comes; he's 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 the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who had n't such a small voice.

"Now I'm coming 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."

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Very well, be off with you!" said the troll.

But just then 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 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 ugly, hoarse voice of his own.

"Now I'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll from where he

lived under the bridge over the brook.

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"Well, come along!" said the big

billy goat; and so he ran at the troll, and poked him with his horns, and tossed him over into the brook, and after that he went up the hillside where the two other billy goats had gone.

The billy goats got so fat they were hardly able to walk home again; and if the fat has n't fallen off them, why, they are fat still; and so, as the Norse boys used to say,

Snip, snap, snout,

This tale's told out.

LITTLE DAME CRUMP

LITTLE Dame Crump, with her little

hair broom,

One morning was sweeping her little bedroom,

When, casting her little gray eyes on the ground,

In a sly little corner a penny she found.

"Ods bobs!" cried the dame, while she stared with surprise,

"How lucky I am! bless my heart, what a prize!

To market I'll go, and a pig I will

buy,

And little John Gubbins shall make him a sty."

So she washed her face clean, and put on her gown,

And locked up the house, and set off for the town.

Then to market she went, and a purchase she made

Of a little white pig, and a penny she paid.

When she'd purchased the pig, she was puzzled to know

How they both should get home, if the pig would not go.

So, fearing lest Piggie should play her a trick,

She drove him along with a little crab

stick.

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