Welcome to Story time today, Little Apple and I are reading the story of the three billy goats, gruff.

Well, actually it'll probably just have to be me doing the reading for the last time.

Orange.

I'm not illiterate.

Oh, really?

So you read today's book?

Well, no, but not because I can't, I just don't have the time at all.

I see not enough.

My newts in the day for little Apple.

Well, not to worry, I'm gonna read it to you and everybody else right now, once upon a time there were three billy goats who lived in a field, a big billy goat, a medium sized billy goat and a super duper, teeny tiny billy goat.

I resent this casting decision.

By the way, one day the goats realized there was no grass left to eat in their field.

They've eaten it all fortunately.

Another field with beautiful green grass was just across the river, but in order to get there, they'd need to cross the bridge and this was no ordinary bridge.

A troll lived underneath and he loved to eat goats.

I love goats.

Get in my bed.

Oh man!

Oh man, Oh man, Oh man!

The small goat volunteered to go across the bridge.

1st, man, The troll was just about to pounce when an idea entered the small goats, walnut sized brain.

Pea sized brain walnut will be fine.

Anyway, the small goat looked up at the troll and said in a voice so teeny tiny, so ridiculously puny, so impossibly microscopic.

We get it.

Orange.

Look troll.

You shouldn't ruin your appetite by eating me.

Another goat's gonna be along any minute and he's bigger than I am.

I mean, what goat isn't?

Am I right now?

The troll could indeed here larger footsteps approaching the bridge.

So he let the small goat cross the bridge, but not without lobbying one last devastating insult.

The goats way as he passed by.

How's the weather down there?

Okay, did that really serve the plot?

The troll then turned to find a very tall goat preparing to cross the bridge, six ft six inches tall to be exact At shooting guard from the University of North Carolina, six time NBA champion and all time Gout, Michael Jordan what?

Yeah, so MJ dribbled up to the bridge, he fake left, went right, stuck out the top and posterized the troll and one orange, the three billy goats.

Gruff is a centuries old fairytale, Michael Jordan is not the goat in the story, you're more of a Lebron man.

Have it your way posterized and one, but the greatest of all time here, Orange in this story, goat just means goat, the farm animal.

Oh, I get it.

You want a story about the greatest farm animal of all time.

So a cow, obviously, No, that's not what I posterized and one, oh my gosh, this episode is awful.

Really, because I feel like this episode is the goat.

What Orange can we please get back to the story.

You may lack height, but you are right because there's still that really big goat.

The troll hasn't dealt with yet.

Um Did he get bigger since the last time we saw him?

Nah, you probably just got smaller now by this time the troll had worked up an appetite getting posterized is hard work.

Has little apple can tell you from experience Orange.

So the troll wasn't about to miss out on dinner again, even though he was up against the most formidable goat.

Yet the generalized occupational aptitude test.

What the goat is a really hard test plus it's literally from a video game.

So in the end, all the goats got across the bridge and they spent the rest of their days beating all the green grass they wanted even Lebron, especially Lebron as for the troll, he was cut from the NBA but went on to have a halfway decent career in europe.

So the moral of the story is this boys and girls.

Whenever you face an obstacle in life, don't try to work it out with words or anything like that.

Just ask the most athletic friend, you have to posterized your opponent into Oblivion the Orange, that's a terrible moral really, I feel like it's arguably one of the greatest of all time.

Now.