Quote Originally Posted by Pam
Oh boy do I remember one. It was the tale of the Three Billy Goats Gruff. They each had to travel over a bridge but there was an ugly old troll who lived underneath. When the first billy goat went across the bridge the troll came up and threatened to eat him. He told the troll that his brother, who was bigger, was coming along and so it went until the largest of the billy goats came and butted the troll into the water. For some reason this story really scared me but I kept asking my mom to read it to me anyway. We had a wooden bridge a few houses down which went over a small creek and my friend lived on the other side of the creek so I had to cross that bridge often. I used to worry that a troll lived under there.

Me too Pam. Did your book have a picture of the ugly troll? Ours did.
I never said anything to anybody, but I always checked out the underpasses
very carefully.