However, a time came when the grass was all but gone on the mountain.

So one day, the smallest Billy Goat Gruff came down off the mountain, and started across the bridge.

Clip, clop, clip, clop, went the smallest Billy Goat Gruff.

“WHO IS CROSSING MY BRIDGE?” roared the troll.

He came out from under the bridge and glared up at the smallest Billy Goat Gruff.