“Creaky creak!” cried the bridge again.
“Who is tramping over my bridge?” cried the elf.
“Oh! it is only the second goat Brausewind; I am going to the pasture-lands to get a little fatter,” answered the goat, but in a less soft voice than the first.
“Then I shall come and fetch you,” said the elf.
“Nay, do not take me, but wait a bit till the large goat Brausewind comes, for he is a great deal bigger than I am.”
“Very well,” replied the elf.
It was not long before the big goat Brausewind reached the same spot.
“Creak, creak!” went the bridge, as if it were going to split.
“Who comes thundering over my bridge?” cried the elf.
“The big goat Brausewind,” said the goat in a gruff voice.