Chapter 5. Tricking the troll
Meanwhile Bertie was wondering alone through the forest.
He had lost Baenie in the mist and he didn't know which way to go.
Baenie had been luckier. He had found the path that ran straight through the forest.
- Whew! That was close.
- I can't wait to get to the Juicy Fields.
Baenie thought, as he headed to the river.
The only way to cross the Rushing River was over a little wooden bridge.
Next to the bridge was a big wooden sign.
- WARNIG! Goats beware.
- I wish I could read.
thought Baenie.
His hooves went clippety-clop, clippety-clop over the bridge.
But as he reached the middle of the river.... a large, green hand smashed though the wooden planks and grabbed Baenie's leg.
Baenie screamed.
- Who's that going over my bridge?
roared a terrible voice.
- I'm coming to gobble you up!
Baenie's eyes bulged with terror.
There, crouched under the bridge, was a fat and warty troll.
- Please don't eat me.
cried Baenie.
- I'm only a little goat. My big brother is coming behind me. He'll be much tastier than me.
- I'm sure you'd rather eat him.
- I think I can wait a little longer for my dinner.
said the troll.
- Now get off my bridge.
Shaking with fear, Baenie wobbled off the bridge and went to hide in some bushes.
- I hope Bertie can save himself,
he thought.