Let's Tell Stories Together

but what really scared them, was the crazy old capyabara farmer who lived in the swamp nearby. local legend had it, that he'd killed a kid for throwing an egg at his pick-up

that is NOT the correct version of the story............. I was looking for the classic version.

I do however admire your creativity.

I must however ask that we stick to the Classic version.

We can start a rewrite thread.if you like however.

I will attempt to put us back on track.
So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.

So this troll was sitting under the bridge carefully cutting and pasting wildly inaccurate, rock-ribbed righty websites into another search/discuss forum to see if anyone would get overly exercised about the lies.

Isn't there an eagle in this story?

I give up. It's a free for all boys and girls.

so much for trying to steer the group back into a kinder gentler dynamic. <hmmmmph>

No, this is WAS the Classic tales thread... the contemporary fiction (?)thread is elsewhere.

The Billy Goats knew that that the troll was easily confused, and therefore were able to come up with a plan for crossing the bridge without being caught in its snare.

The three Billy Goats approached the bridge...

The first Billy Goat said, "This porridge is too hot!"......uh, wait a minute.



I'm sorry. I'm confusing billy goats with bears. Understandable, really.

I don't even know what billy goats are. We Germans simply talk about
the story of the three goats.

Three goats went into a grove to eat leaves. The first had one little belly, the second had two little bellies, and the third had three little bellies.
The one with one little belly was soon full and was the first to go home. But a wolf laid himself across the narrow mountain path and said, "Run! Run, or I'll eat you up!"

The goat said, "Don't eat me up. I am very skinny, but a goat will soon come who has two little bellies. He will fill you up." And the wolf let him go.

Then came the second goat, the one with two little bellies, and who was now full. The wolf said to him as well, "Run! Run, or I'll eat you up!"

He said, "Don't eat me up. I am only half meat, but a goat will soon come who has three little bellies, and who will fill you up completely." And the wolf let him go as well.

Then came the third goat, the one with three little bellies. He had finally gotten full.

The wolf said to him, "Run! Run, or I'll eat you up!"

This goat said nothing in return, but instead, brave and forward as he was, lowered his horns and gave the wolf such a blow that he fell from the cliff into the chasm below and broke his right leg. And there the poor rascal lay. He wanted the biggest and fattest mouthfull, but instead got nothing -- but pain.

Of course nowadays, stories like these will send the kids right up to the therapist couch.

I had this wether goat one time, his name was Maynard. I kept him in the field with the sheep because he ate all the weeds preferring the young green milk weed and russian thistle over the pasture grass. On day my aunt came by (the crazy christain aunt) and decided to take Maynard home to her yard to eat her weeds; she turned Maynard loose in her back yard and Maynard ate all her roses. She brought him back to my place and left me a nasty note complaining about Maynard eating her roses.

So then Maynard needed to find a home and he started off down the road..
(music in background)...

Maynard skithered down the little road and around the corner. Goats like him always skither, it's a kind of bouncing, jouncing, dancing, prancing walk. Can you do it? Can you skither?

He liked the taste on his tongue of Auntie's roses and there was just a little of it left to taste. He wiggled his mouth around to see if there was anymore of the taste of roses anywhere between his teeth. It made him look like he was grinning and then frowning and then grinning again. Can you do it? Can you wiggle your mouth around?

Maynard stopped at every yard to look for roses, but away out by Uncle Dyslexia's place everyone was growing alfalfa or millet or oats and they are pretty dull after you have a big mouthful of roses.

I'm sorry, but this thread is cancelled.


Three male goats living together, and not ONE has condemned Nambla?


Anyone seen on this thread is hereby declared a Nambla supporter.

C.J. a billy goat is a male, and a nanny goat is a female.

Let's see if I can remember the lyrics to this child's song:

On a bluff, on a bluff, there lived three billy goats gruff.
Great big billy goat; medium sized billy goat; great big billy goat gruff.

The billy goats wanted to cross the bridge to get to the fresh grass on the other side, but under the bridge there lived a troll.

Troll: I'm a troll folderoll, I'm a troll folderoll, I'm a troll folderoll and I'll eat you for my supper. I've three eyes and I've three ears, I've three eyes and I've three ears, I've three eyes and I've three ears and when I cry I cry real tears.

So the little billy goat goes first and tells the troll that he is too little to be tasty, but to wait for his brother who is fatter. So the little billy goat gets to the other side.

Then comes medium sized billy goat and tell the troll the same story about his bigger brother, etc.

Of course, when the troll attempts to eat big billy goat gruff, be butts the troll somewhere over the rainbow.

Variations of the story have the troll simply being lonely and wanting a friend.

So, the happy ending is that all become friends and trek off together holding horns and singing.

Love it< Joe. Keep going.

a most excellent post.....

meanwhile, in the river below the bridge... several silent but deadly modergators quietly observed the goings on and prepared to eat everyone in the story, trolls and goats alike.... for although they did not need to feed that often when they did it was a brutal and all encompassing event.