Three Billy Goats Gruff Bedtime Story (Gentle + Personalized)

Three billy goats gruff lived on a hillside, and the sweetest grass grew across the stream. Trip-trap, trip-trap went the smallest goat over the wooden bridge. "Who's that on my roof?" groaned a voice below. Under the bridge lived a troll with baggy eyes and a nightcap, hugging a mossy pillow. "Just me," said the smallest goat, peeking down. "You look terribly tired." "I am," yawned the troll. "Every trip-trap wakes me up." Trip-trap came the middle goat. Trip-TRAP came the biggest goat, and the whole bridge drummed. The three goats looked at one another. Then, very carefully, they crossed again — on tip-hoof. Tip… tip… tip… soft as falling leaves. "Ohh," sighed the troll, sinking into his pillow. "That's lovely." After that, the goats always crossed on tip-hoof at bedtime, and sometimes left a clover bundle by the bridge post. And below the quiet boards, in the coolest shadow of the stream, the troll snored his first good snore in years — while three full, happy goats dozed in the sweet grass above.