youngest bushy billy goat and wanted to cross the bridge. "trip, trap; trip, trap!" went the bridge. "who’s that tripping over my bridge" roared the troll. "oh, it’s only i, the smallest bushy billy-goat; and i’m going up to the mountains to make myself fat," said the billy goat with such a small voice. "now, i’m coming for you," said the troll. "oh no, please don’t take me. i’m too little, that i am," said the billy-goat; "wait a bit till the second bushy billy-goat comes; he’s much bigger." "then scamper," said the troll. a little while after came the second bushy billy goat and wanted to cross the bridge. 