“Yeah it’s Easter we better get going to Candy Land” “Ok, everyone always relies on us to make Easter eggs.” So the goats locked the house and started to head to work in Candy Land. After the long and exhausting walk they were slowly wandering over the golden, brown caramel bridge they all screamed in a high pitch voice “Arrgh!” “You are not allowed to go over my bridge, it’s mine.” Troll shouted with a deep dark voice. “I’m little Billy goat my big brothers are much fatter than me, let me past.” “I don’t care how big you are you are not going into Candy Land, because every year you forget about me and I’m sick of it.” Groaned the little Troll. “Come over here goats let’s make a plan and trick troll into thinking that we’ll give him all the Easter eggs in the world” said the oldest and boldest goat. They trotted back over to troll. “Troll, I know, you let us in and we will give you all the Easter eggs in the world.’’ “Hmmm”, troll hesitated for a while “alright sounds good then.” So troll jumped off the bridge and waited and waited. But as soon as they got in the super cunning goats locked the doors and didn’t give him any eggs and when the goats wanted to go home they just snuck out the back door.
The End
By Nikita
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