My Three Billy Goats Gruff Story By Teagan

Learning Intention
I am learning to identify the features of a narrative

Success Criteria:
I can identify the characters - defining the personalities of the characters
I can identify the setting/place - where and when the story took place
I can identify the problem the characters experience
I can identify the resolution - how the problem was solved

Read through this passage and use your highlighter on your netbook to identify the above features:- characters, setting, problem and resolution

The Billy Goats Gruff

There were once three billy goats- big old Grandfather Gruff, his son Bill, and his grandson Billy who was hardly more than a kid. They spent the snowy winter in a valley. But when spring came, they longed to climb to the green alps where sweet grass grew.
As they set off the little bell on the littlest Billy Goat Gruff went ting tang tong, and his little feet went trit trat trot.

The bell on the second Billy Goat Gruff went cling clong clang, and his feet went clippity-clip.

But the big bell on the biggest Billy Goat Gruff went bing bang bong and his feet went clip-clop clip-clop.

“Soon we will cross the river gorge and reach the mountains” he said.
Little did they know that a terrible troll had made his home under the bridge. There was no other way across the gorge, and the troll was growing fat and happy, eating the travellers who passed that way. As the littlest Billy Goat Gruff came trotting over the bridge, his bell went ting tang tong and his feet went trit trat trot. The troll heard him and poked his red eyes over the edge of the bridge.

“Who dares to cross my bridge?” he said. I’ll eat him between bread for a sandwich!”
The littlest Billy Goat Gruff blinked at the troll, then he said, “Eat me if you must, but I’m very small and thin. My father, Billy Goat Gruff, is coming along behind me. He’s much bigger and fatter than I am. Listen”
“Hrmph”, said the troll, but he listened, and sure enough he could hear the second Billy Goat Gruff coming, his bell going cling clong clang. “All right, be off with you,” said the troll. “But I’ll be waiting to eat you up on your way back”.

So the littlest Billy Goat Gruff hurried on across the bridge. But he stopped at the far side, to see what would happen. The second Billy Goat Gruff reached the brdieg, and his feet went clippity-clip and the bell round his neck went cling clong clang. The troll poked his bulging blue nose over the edge of the bridge. “Who dares to cross my bridge? I’ll eat him under pastry for a pie!”
The second Billy Goat Gruff blinked at the troll, then he said, “Eat me if you must, but I’m rather bony and tough. My father, Billy Goat Gruff, is coming along behind me. He’s much bigger and fatter than I. Listen”.
“Hrrmmphph!” said the troll, but he listened, and sure enough he could hear the third Billy Goat Gruff coming, his bell going bing bang bong. “All right”, said the troll.
“Get off my bridge. But I’ll be waiting here to eat you up on your way back!”
So the second Billy Goat Gruff hurried on across the bridge. But he stopped at the far side as well, to see what would happen.

When the third Billy Goat reached the bridge, his feet went clip-clop clip clop and the bell round his neck went bing bang bong. The troll pulled himself on to the bridge and stood barring the way- and a nasty, nobbly, spiteful, spikey, horrible, hairy troll he was.
“Who DARES to cross MY bridge? I’ll eat him RAW!”
The biggest Billy Goat Gruff blinked at the troll, then he said, “Eat me, will you? We’ll see about that!” And he lowered his two great horns, and pawed the planks with his big front foot-ratch scratch scrape-
“I’ve horns on my head and hooves on my feet
And I’ll show you what they’re for!
I’ve got hooves on my feet and horns on my head:
I’ve seen worse than you before!”

Then he thundered over the bridge and rammed the troll, and tossed him so high in the air that the troll did not come down for three days.
So the third Billy Goat Gruff reached the other side of the bridge, and trotted into the mountains with his son and grandson, to eat the sweet grass all summer long.
For all I know, they may still be there.  

Problem:
The problem was the troll. It would not move or give way to let the three goats across the bridge

Resolution:
Grandfather Gruff was the strongest in the team and the troll so he used his horn and hooves and rammed into the troll to get past.