Three White Westie Gruffs.

Three White Westie Gruffs

Once upon a time there were three White Westies, who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was “Gruff.” On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream that 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 youngest White Westie Rosie Gruff to cross 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 tiniest White Westie Gruff , and I’m going up to the hillside to make myself fat,” said the White Westie, 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 White Westie. “Wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. She’s much bigger.”

“Well, be off with you,” said the troll.

A little while after came the second White Westie Maggie Gruff to cross 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 second White Westie Gruff , and I’m going up to the hillside to make myself fat,” said the White Westie, 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 White Westie Gruff comes. He’s much bigger.”

“Very well! Be off with you,” said the troll.

But just then up came the big White Westie 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 Willie White Westie Gruff ,” said the White Westie , who had an loud hoarse voice of his own.

“Now I ‘m coming to gobble you up,” roared the troll.

Well, come along! I’ve got two huge brown eyes to see you and I’ll push you off the edge with my boarish ways and besides I’ve got two sharp pearly teeth to bite your ankles and muscles to crush you to bits, body and bones.

That was what the big billy goat said. And then he flew at the troll, and pushed him with his might, and his westietude crushed him to bits, body and bones, and down he fell into the cascade, and after that he swaggered up to the hillside and there the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again.

But of course they did manage because at home they were loved and spoilt with treats and cuddles and of course they didn’t like the rain, as it spoilt their beautiful white coats and their slaves (I mean mummies and daddies) would do their every bidding…

And that ladies and gentlemen is a westie tale passed down from generation to generation on how Big Willie White Westie Gruff and his westietude conquered the cruel troll.

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