Once upon a giggly morning, two goats named Gilly and Gordy started their day on opposite sides of Tinkling River.
Each goat had the same goal: to cross the narrow, creaky wooden bridge in the middle.
The bridge was so thin that even a butterfly had to walk single file!
But Gilly and Gordy were both proud, brave goats.
“Ha! I’ll go first!” said Gilly, stamping her tiny hooves.
“Not a chance,” snorted Gordy. “I’m faster and stronger!”
And so, both goats stepped onto the bridge — at the exact same time.
The Goats Meet in the Middle
Halfway across, their noses bumped.
“Move back!” said Gilly, flicking her tail.
“You move back!” said Gordy, flicking his even bigger tail.
The bridge groaned beneath them. Creeeak… wobble… squeak!
But neither goat moved an inch.
“I’m not scared of you,” said Gilly.
“Ha! I eat goats like you for breakfast!” said Gordy — though that was clearly not true.
The wind whooshed. The bridge swayed.
Somewhere below, a family of frogs peeked up and whispered, “Uh oh… this looks baaad.”
The Funny Tug of Horns
The goats locked horns — literally!
Clack! Bonk! Bump! They pushed, puffed, and spun around like dancing tops on the bridge.
“Let me pass!” yelled Gilly.
“Never!” shouted Gordy, his beard wobbling.
They pulled so hard that their horns got tangled together!
“Now look what you’ve done!” cried Gilly.
“Me? You did this!” barked Gordy.
The bridge shook again, and with one big wobble… both goats tumbled right into the river below!
SPLASH! 💦
Down they went, horns still stuck together, paddling furiously as fish giggled nearby.
The Splashy Lesson
The frogs helped them untangle under the bridge.
When the goats finally crawled out, dripping wet and covered in waterweed, they burst out laughing.
“You look like a salad!” giggled Gilly.
“And you look like a drowned dust mop!” laughed Gordy.
After a few giggles and sneezes, Gilly said,
“You know, maybe we should’ve just taken turns.”
“Yeah,” Gordy agreed, shaking off water. “Next time, I’ll let you cross first, but only because I don’t like swimming!”
From that day on, Gilly and Gordy became the best of friends.
Whenever they crossed that same bridge, they walked side by side — and sometimes even sang a silly goat song to keep their balance.
The End !
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