Vecchio piede legno ponte attraverso un piccolo torrente.old tavole coperte di muschio e molto scivoloso, prestare attenzione quando si utilizza questa route.
5200 x 3467 px | 44 x 29,4 cm | 17,3 x 11,6 inches | 300dpi
Data acquisizione:
7 marzo 2009
Altre informazioni:
Once upon a time there were three billy goats called Gruff. In the winter they lived in a barn in the valleyspring came they , but when the longed to travel up to the mountains to eat the lush sweet grass. On their way to the mountains the three Billy Goats Gruff had to cross a rushing river. But there was only one bridge across it, made of wooden planks. And underneath the bridge there lived a terrible, ugly, one-eyed troll. Nobody was allowed to cross the bridge without the troll’s permission - and nobody ever got permission. He always ate them up. The smallest Billy Goat Gruff was first to reach the bridge. Trippity-trop, trippity-trop went his little hooves as he trotted over the wooden planks. Ting-tang, ting-tang went the little bell round his neck. "Who’s that trotting over my bridge?" growled the troll from under the planks. "Billy Goat Gruff, " squeaked the smallest goat in his little voice. "I’m only going up to the mountain to eat the sweet spring grass." "Oh no, you’re not!" said the troll. "I’m going to eat you for breakfast!" "Oh no, please Mr Troll, " pleaded the goat. "I’m only the smallest Billy Goat Gruff. I’m much too tiny for you to eat, and I wouldn’t taste very good. Why don’t you wait for my brother, the second Billy Goat Gruff? He’s much bigger than me and would be much more tasty."
