Why Three rams

Once upon a time there lived on a plain in a green valley three rams, a small ram, a middle ram, and a large ram. They loved to eat the sweet grass there, but unfortunately, their area was dry and barren because these rams were very voracious and ate every last blade of grass. But still, they were hungry. In the distance, they could see a field full of inexperienced sweet luscious grass, but there was only one way to get there - a swing bridge over a stream. But under the bridge lived a very scary giant called Trevor - he was also usually hungry. And he was very fond of juicy, delicious rams. First, the little ram got to the bridge. He nervously placed one hoof on the bridge and then another because it was so shaky, he worked hard and managed to keep his hooves on the wooden planks, stumble, stumble. he heard a loud roar. "Who tripped over my bridge?" And then a massif got here from under the bridge.

shaking hooves, a little ram "It's me." I'm going to look for grass to eat.'

no, you won't! I'll take you out for breakfast, lunch, and tea!'

no!” said the worried ram. "I'm a very small ram. Why don't you wait for my brother? He's taller and tastier than me.'

But the greedy big one was determined to wait, the little ram crossed the bridge and started eating the fresh green grass on the other side. The other ram noticed that the younger ram was consuming the sparkling inexperienced grass and became angry because he wanted to eat it too. So the medium-sized ram went to the bridge and began to cross the stream. He began to dig, dig, dig, stamp a medium-sized hoof. Once again, that massif got here from under the bridge and tripped over my bridge?” That roar.

The medium-sized ram with trembling hooves lowered his tone and declared, “I am. I follow my brother, the little ram, to eat the sweet grass too.'

“Oh no, you won't! I'll take you to breakfast, lunch, and tea!'

“Oh no, Mr. Dev, you might not want to eat me instead. Now I'm not big enough to fill your stomach. Wait for my big brother to come - he's even tastier than me.'

"Ah, well," said the massive ram, and quickly left the bridge and began to swallow the sweet inexperienced grass with the smaller ram.

The big bold ram used to be irritated and couldn't wait any longer to go to the bridge and join his brothers. So encouragingly he put a hoof on the bridge. The trip, trip, trip, trip. Suddenly, a massif came here from under the bridge.

"Who tripped over my bridge?" he asked in a shrill voice.

I am a big ram Who do you think you are?

"I am a giant and I will consume you for breakfast, lunch, and tea!"

'Oh no you won't'

Oh yes, I will—you see people!"

Then the giant approached the huge ram, but the ram shrank his head and bravely struck the giant, caught him by the horns, and threw him into the stream. The massif disappeared into the flowing water, never to think about it again. Now one should move this bridge without threat and enjoy the sweet green grass with three goats.