Use dramatic tones of voice large movements with prop pieces to bring the Story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff to life. Move the characters on the board as you talk, and make sure each character has his or her own voice. In this flannel board story, the three billy goats have sequentially high and soft to low and loud voices. Use these voices not only when they speak but also for the "trip, traps." Come up with a scary character voice for the troll.
Once upon a time there were three billy goats. There was a little, tiny, Baby Billy Goat.
PLACE LITTLE GOAT ON FLANNEL BOARD
His older brother was the Medium sized Billy Goat.
PLACE MEDIUM GOAT IN FRONT OF LITTLE GOAT
And the oldest brother was the biggest, oldest Billy Goat.
PLACE BIGGEST GOAT IN FRONT
Unfortunately, the three billy goats had a problem. They had eaten all of the yummy green grass on their hill.
BABY (BABY VOICE): All of our green grass is eaten up! I am sooooo hungry.
MEDIUM (MEDIUM VOICE): I am very hungry, too. Whatever shall we do?
GREAT BIG (IN A GREAT BIG VOICE): Look! Across the river there is a hill of yummy green grass. Let's go over the river by crossing the bridge, and go to the hill and eat green grass and grow fat.
PLACE BRIDGE ON FLANNEL BOARD WHILE TALKING.
The Billy Goats did not know that a mean, ugly, hateful troll lived under the bridge. Whenever anybody tried to cross the bridge, the troll would jump up on the bridge and eat them up! One of his favorite foods was... billy goats. (GASP) PLACE TROLL ON FLANNEL BOARD UNDERNEATH BRIDGE WHILE TALKING.
Well, the Baby Billy Goat started across the bridge. Trip, trap. Trip, trap. Trip, trap. BABY IS WALKING ACROSS BRIDGE
TROLL JUMPS UP AND STOPS BABY HALFWAY ACROSS. GROWLS.
TROLL: Stop, Billy Goat! This is my bridge, and you can't cross it! Anytime anybody tries to cross my bridge, I eat them up. Now, I am going to eat you! EVIL LAUGH
BABY SHAKES IN FEAR
BABY: Oh, please, Mr. Troll, don't eat me up. I am just a little tiny baby billy goat. My brother, the medium sized Billy Goat, is going to cross your bridge. He is bigger and fatter than I am, and he would make a much nicer dinner for you.
TROLL: Hmmmm... Very well, little billy goat. I am hungry; I will wait for your brother, the Medium sized Billy Goat, and I will eat him up. You may cross my bridge. TROLL GOES BACK UNDER BRIDGE
So, the Baby Billy Goat finished crossing the bridge, trip, trap. Trip, trap. Trip, trap.