In a beautiful valley in Norway, there lived three goats. There was a small goat, a medium - sized goat, and a large goat. In the middle of the valley, there was a big river, and over the river was a bridge. On the other side of the bridge, there was a patch of fresh and tender grass, which was the delicious food that the goats had been longing for. However, under the bridge lived a terrifying troll. This troll was huge and ugly, with eyes like large copper bells and long, sharp teeth.
The small goat was so hungry that it summoned up its courage to cross the bridge. Just as it reached the middle of the bridge, a low growl from the troll came from under the bridge: "Who is walking on my bridge?" The small goat was extremely frightened, but it still plucked up the nerve to answer: "It's me, the small goat. I'm going to the other side of the bridge to eat grass. I'm so small and skinny that you won't be full even if you eat me. You might as well wait for the larger goat that comes after me." The troll thought for a while and thought what the small goat said made sense, so it let the small goat pass.
After a while, the medium - sized goat also walked onto the bridge. The troll roared again: "Who is walking on my bridge?" The medium - sized goat replied: "It's me, the medium - sized goat. I'm going to eat grass on the other side of the bridge. Although I'm a bit bigger than the small goat, there is a large goat behind me, which is much bigger than me. You'll be more satisfied if you eat it." The troll thought again and thought the medium - sized goat was also right, so it let the medium - sized goat pass as well.
Finally, the large goat stepped onto the bridge. The troll appeared again and roared angrily: "Who is walking on my bridge?" The large goat answered fearlessly: "It's me, the large goat!" Hearing this, the troll bared its fangs and brandished its claws and was about to pounce. But the large goat lowered its head and charged at the troll with its thick and strong horns. The troll didn't expect the large goat to be so brave and was pushed back step by step. Finally, with a "plop", it fell into the river.
The three goats crossed the bridge smoothly and came to the delicious meadow. They ate the grass happily and never had to worry about the troll's threat ever since.
