THE THREE PUPPY DOGS BRAVE

Once upon a time there were three little dogs who were the best of friends. There was Pepita, a sweet little Chihuahua, and  Max, a friendly little Pug. Lastly, there was   Daisy, a lovely, sleek, smooth-haired Dachshund. Every day, the three dogs played together, running and chasing, tumbling about, and wrestling. They played in a little park, and while they had a lot of fun, the park was really tiny, with barely any grassat all. There were sharp rocks on the ground, and sometimes, the little dogs cut their feet. They were always dirty.

A little wooden bridge connected the little park where the three dogs played to a large grassy meadow. In places, the green grass was short and soft, just right for little dogs to run and wrestle, and roll on their backs. In other places, the grass was long and wavy, and rustled in the breeze, the perfect place for hide-and-seek and hunting. There were plenty of trees, rabbit burrows to explore, and a sandy creek bed, perfect for digging. Each day when the three little dogs played in their own rocky little park, they paused and gazed longingly at the big grassy meadow, but they didn't dare cross the bridge, forunderneath the bridge lived a great, mean, ugly troll who preyed on small creatures crossing into the meadow.

The dogs knew this, and they were afraid, for they had always been warned to stay well clear of the bridge and the troll. Even so,  Pepita,  Max and  Daisy really wanted to cross the bridge to thelovely meadow on the other side. As summer approached, their own little park became even more dreary. The hot ground burned their little paws, and there was no shade or water.

The little dogs huddled together and decided on a plan of action.  Pepita, sweet little Chihuahua, smallest of them all, approached the wooden bridge. "Yap, yap yap, yap", she sang, in a tiny little voice, as she skipped along. Before she was halfway across the bridge, the great mean ugly troll appeared before her. "STOP" he bellowed in a terrifying voice, "NO-ONE CROSSES MY BRIDGE. I'M GOING TO EAT YOU UP!" Although she was frightened,  Pepita bravely replied in a tiny little voice, "Oh, Mr. Troll please don't eat me. I'm so small that I wouldn't fill you up. If I get across the bridge, my friend will come too. He's bigger than me and will make a better meal!" The troll could see the other two dogs waiting in the stony, little park. He let  Pepita cross the bridge.

Next came Max, friendly little Pug. "Woof, woof, woof, woof", he sang, in a small voice, as he skipped along. Before he was halfway across the bridge, the great mean ugly troll appeaerd before him. "STOP" he bellowed, in a terrifying voice, "NO-ONE CROSSES MY BRIDGE. I'M GOING TO EAT YOU UP!" Although he was frightened,  Max bravely replied in a small voice, "Oh, Mr. Troll please don't eat me. I'm so small that I wouldn't fill you up. If I get across the bridge, my friend will come too. She's bigger than me and will make a better meal!" The troll could see Daisy, still waiting in the stony, little park. He let  Max cross the bridge.

Along came Daisy, lovely sleek smooth-haired Dachshund. "Bark, bark, bark, bark", she sang, in a big voice, as she skipped along. Before she was halfway across the bridge, the great mean ugly troll appeared before her. "STOP" he bellowed, in a terrifying voice, "NO-ONE CROSSES MY BRIDGE. I'M GOING TO EAT YOU UP!"  Daisy didn't bother to reply. As quick as a flash, she bravely rushed towards the troll, baring her teeth and growling ferociously. She grabbed the troll by his big, ugly nose, biting and shaking. She threw the cowardly troll from the bridge, growling at him never to return. From that day onwards, the little dogs always played happily in the big, grassy meadow, for the troll, coward that he was, never did return to the bridge.