Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were planning to go up to the hillside, and the name of all three was ‘Gruff’.
On the way up to the hillside was a bridge over a river and they had to cross it. However, under the bridge lived a great ugly Troll, with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a teacher’s to-do-list.
So first of all came the youngest billy goat Gruff to cross the bridge.
“Trip, trap! Trip, trap!” went the bridge.
“WHO’S THAT trip-trapping over my bridge?” roared the Troll.
“Oh, it is only I, the tiniest billy goat Gruff; and I’m going up to the hill-side to do some marking in peace,” said the billy goat, with such a small voice.
“No chance. I’m coming to gobble you up you ‘orrible little twerp, just like a multi-academy trust gobbles up a coasting school,” said…
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