Three Billy Goats

So first of all came the youngest billy goat to cross 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 hill-side to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small cute voice.
"Now, I'm coming, to gobble you up," said the Troll.
"Oh, no! Don't take me. I'm too little to taste good," 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.