Friday, July 13, 2012

An old story and a new painting


The story of the three billy goats gruff comes from Norway.  I told it to my children and my parents told it to me.  I'd make my voice go louder and softer as I played the part of the goats and the troll.  

Here's the troll hiding under the bridge


Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff."


On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross, and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll, with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker.


So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.


"Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge.


"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll .


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


"Now, I'm going to gobble you up," said the troll.


"Oh, no! pray don't eat me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a bit till the second 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 to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn'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."


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


But just then up 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 and groaned 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.


Well, come along! I've got two spears,
And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;
I've got besides two curling-stones,
And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones.


That was what the big billy goat said. And then he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the cascade, and after that he went up to the hillside. There the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again. And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so,


Snip, snap, snout.
This tale's told out.


My thanks to the many translators and story tellers on the web who helped me remember the story.


Marilynne

5 comments:

  1. I could never remember the ending of that story. Seems sort of easy for a tale, doesn't it? I mean, where's the battle or the twist? Maybe a gun or two. Or a beautiful princess...there are always a beautiful princess in stories.

    ah, they don't make stories like they used to--simple. :)

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  2. I remember you telling the story to me. With your voice changing for the troll and the goats...

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  3. Lin, I remember my kids waiting with bated breath to have the goats get over the bridge and for the big billy goat get the best of the troll. Maybe you didn't do the voice right (grin).

    Marilynne

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  4. Oh how much I dislike it when my comment disappears... I was saying: My memory of this story is sketchy. I remember it, but not all the details. (Like, I really don't remember the 'poke your eye out' part!) I do remember you making the voices! :O)
    Love, Cindy

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  5. We probably told it a bit differently. Don't worry about it.

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