Proudly Sponsored by the Judy and Ted Carmichael Family as part of the Family Series

SCHOOL PERFORMANCE is at 9:30AM on Monday.  If interested in bringing your class, please call Kim at 337-785-0440.  

As told by Jerry Bickel, Bits ‘N Pieces Puppet Theatre
In a Scandinavian Mountain pass, a yodeling Norwegian herdsman and his son welcomes pringtime. They open a gate to let their goats out of the brown winter pasture. Across a river, in the distance is the fresh green food of springtime. The goats must cross a bridge to get there. A bridge with a Troll living underneath it. It is up to Bluff, Fluff and Tuff Gruff, the three goats, to cleverly cross the narrow bridge. “Trip, trap, trip, trap,” the goat’s feet go as they try to sneak across the bridge. “Who dares to cross my Bridge?,” asks Upchuk the Troll. He wants no one to cross the bridge. “Trip, trap, trip, trap!...Who’s that crossing MY bridge?,” asked Upchuk the Troll. “Just me, a baby goat,” replied Bluff, the littlest goat. The troll let him go on his way. A second goat, the middle-sized goat started to cross the bridge. “Trip, trap, trip, trap.. .Who’s that crossing MY bridge?,” asked Upchuk the Troll. Fluff Gruff replied “Just me, the middlesized Goat.” The troll yelled “I’m going to gobble you up!” “Wait!” said Fluff, “Wait for the biggest goat to cross the bridge.” So the troll let the middle-sized goat cross the bridge. “TRIP, TRAP, TRIP,” went the hooves of the biggest goat, Tuff Gruff, across the bridge. “Trip, trap, trip, trap!...Who’s that crossing MY bridge?,” demanded Upchuk the Troll, ‘Til gobble you up in a single bite.” “Just try it,” said the biggest goat who butted his head and knocked the Troll off the bridge, into the water, where he disappeared and was never heard from again. Now the three Billy Goats Gruff could cross the bridge whenever they wanted, and probably still do, to this very day, living happily ever after.