Three Billy Goats Gruff

I was a billygoat. My name was Billy the Goat of the Goatsville goat gang, Three Billy Goats Gruff. I was the obese one. Lucinda was the young goat. I was eating the green grass safely on the other side of the Troll Bridge, waiting for the other members to come across. When it was Lucinda's turn, the trolls dragged her under the bridge. The middle goat turned into Sherlock Holmes singing, "Crazy for Feeling", and the grass turned into blades that cut my teeth and tongue.

When I woke up I was chewing on a plastic fork and my lip was bleeding. I was in Walmart. I don't know how I got there.

Gwyneth, what have you done to yourself?...

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