a picture book manuscript
Three chivos were eating grass in a green pradera.
“Yummy, yummy, deliciosa,” said chivo pequeño.
“Crunch, crunch, deliciosa,” said chivo mediano.
“Munch, munch, deliciosa,” said chivo grande.
WHIRRR, BZZZ, KLONK
“What is that noise?” the three chivos asked.
Trip-Trap, Trip-trap, Trip-trap
They crossed over a wide deep ditch and saw a tall wall.
Chivo grande was in the bottom.
Chivo mediano was on the middle.
Chivo pequeño was on the top.
He stretched his neck and said, “!Hola!
“Who are you?” a troll growled.
“I am chivo pequeño, what are you doing?” he asked.
“My workers are building a wall to protect my meadow. Look! I have wonderful green grass, beautiful fruit trees and colorful flowers. The greatest meadow in the whole wide world. Come and see and then go back.”
Chivo pequeño climbed the wall.
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