The Three Billy Goats Gruff LbNA #16189 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Jun 30, 2005 |
| Location: | |
| City: | West Olive |
| County: | Ottawa |
| State: | Michigan |
| Boxes: | 3 |
| Found by: | Not yet found! |
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| Last found: | N/A |
| Status: | aaa |
| Last edited: | Jun 30, 2005 |
The story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff comes from Norway where it was collected and recorded in its most familiar version by Peter Christen Asbjornsen and Jorgen Moe in 1845.
Location: Hemlock Crossing offers 239 acres of woods and wetlands along the Pigeon River. There are over six miles of trails for hiking and cross country skiing. The trails meander through bottomland and upland forest, old pine plantations, and along Pigeon River. A pedestrian bridge and numerous overlooks offer scenic views of the river corridor, wetlands, natural springs, and woods. Facilities include two small picnic shelters, a kayak/canoe launch, and over a mile of paved trail.
Hemlock Crossing Park 8115 West Olive Road West Olive, Michigan
Between Holland and Grand Haven: 31 to West Olive, West on Croswell, South on West Olive Road. Turn right into park entrance.
CLUES:
ONCE upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the meadow to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff."
On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll, with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker.
So first of all came the Little Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge. He was a little bit scared and so he took 4 deep breathes, and headed over the bridge.
"Trip, trap! trip, trap!" went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Oh, it is only I, the Little Billy Goat Gruff, and I'm going up to the meadow to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up, said the troll.
"Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a bit till the Middle Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Well, be off with you," said the troll.
And with that the Little Billy Goat rushed to the end of the bridge and saw a little path on his left. He took the little path down and curled up between a Beech tree and a Pine and fell fast asleep.
A little while after came the Middle Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge. He wasn't so scared of the troll and stamped his hooves 10 times in excitement. He daydreamed for a moment about crossing the bridge, the one in is his dream wasn't the right bridge; he needed to go further, so he did.
The Middle Billy Goat awoke from his daydream and began crossing the bridge.
"TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP!" went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Oh, it's the Middle Billy Goat Gruff, and I'm going up to the meadow to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn't such a small voice.
"Now I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till the Big Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Very well! Be off with you," said the troll.
The Middle Billy Goat rushed across the bridge, took 4 steps and looked right, where he imagined 300 different kinds of grass awaited him, just 35 steps away. He was sleepy and curled up at the base of a two-trunked paper tree. One of the trunks had broken off at about 7 feet and it was a little bit damp back there, but he nonetheless fell fast asleep.
While he slept, he dreamt of The Big Billy Goat Gruff, he saw him trip, trapping over a zig-zag bridge, then walking on soft ground, then over another bridge. He dreamt that 19 crows were perched in a tree above The Big Billy Goat, this seemed a symbol of good luck. The Middle Billy Goat smiled in his dream and slept on.
But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff.
"TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP!" went the bridge, for the billy goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.
"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff," said the billy goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own.
"Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll.
Well, come along! I've got two spears,
And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;
I've got besides two curling-stones,
And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones.
That was what the big billy goat said. He crossed the bridge and turned right, went down and around, then under the bridge to meet the Troll. He found him where the west end of the bridge meets the ground, two slats in, cowering on a shelf. He then he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the cascade, and after that all three billy goats went up to the meadow.
There the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again. And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so,
Snip, snap, snout.
This tale's told out.
Copyright 2005 slestatl/scheherezade
Please do not list on any database or
other clue site. Contact Scheherezade.
Location: Hemlock Crossing offers 239 acres of woods and wetlands along the Pigeon River. There are over six miles of trails for hiking and cross country skiing. The trails meander through bottomland and upland forest, old pine plantations, and along Pigeon River. A pedestrian bridge and numerous overlooks offer scenic views of the river corridor, wetlands, natural springs, and woods. Facilities include two small picnic shelters, a kayak/canoe launch, and over a mile of paved trail.
Hemlock Crossing Park 8115 West Olive Road West Olive, Michigan
Between Holland and Grand Haven: 31 to West Olive, West on Croswell, South on West Olive Road. Turn right into park entrance.
CLUES:
ONCE upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the meadow to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff."
On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll, with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker.
So first of all came the Little Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge. He was a little bit scared and so he took 4 deep breathes, and headed over the bridge.
"Trip, trap! trip, trap!" went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Oh, it is only I, the Little Billy Goat Gruff, and I'm going up to the meadow to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up, said the troll.
"Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a bit till the Middle Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Well, be off with you," said the troll.
And with that the Little Billy Goat rushed to the end of the bridge and saw a little path on his left. He took the little path down and curled up between a Beech tree and a Pine and fell fast asleep.
A little while after came the Middle Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge. He wasn't so scared of the troll and stamped his hooves 10 times in excitement. He daydreamed for a moment about crossing the bridge, the one in is his dream wasn't the right bridge; he needed to go further, so he did.
The Middle Billy Goat awoke from his daydream and began crossing the bridge.
"TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP!" went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Oh, it's the Middle Billy Goat Gruff, and I'm going up to the meadow to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn't such a small voice.
"Now I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till the Big Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Very well! Be off with you," said the troll.
The Middle Billy Goat rushed across the bridge, took 4 steps and looked right, where he imagined 300 different kinds of grass awaited him, just 35 steps away. He was sleepy and curled up at the base of a two-trunked paper tree. One of the trunks had broken off at about 7 feet and it was a little bit damp back there, but he nonetheless fell fast asleep.
While he slept, he dreamt of The Big Billy Goat Gruff, he saw him trip, trapping over a zig-zag bridge, then walking on soft ground, then over another bridge. He dreamt that 19 crows were perched in a tree above The Big Billy Goat, this seemed a symbol of good luck. The Middle Billy Goat smiled in his dream and slept on.
But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff.
"TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP! TRIP, TRAP!" went the bridge, for the billy goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.
"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff," said the billy goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own.
"Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll.
Well, come along! I've got two spears,
And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;
I've got besides two curling-stones,
And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones.
That was what the big billy goat said. He crossed the bridge and turned right, went down and around, then under the bridge to meet the Troll. He found him where the west end of the bridge meets the ground, two slats in, cowering on a shelf. He then he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the cascade, and after that all three billy goats went up to the meadow.
There the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again. And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so,
Snip, snap, snout.
This tale's told out.
Copyright 2005 slestatl/scheherezade
Please do not list on any database or
other clue site. Contact Scheherezade.