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Soon to be a major motion picture directed by Steven Spielberg! Starring Mark Rylance, Ruby Barnhill, Penelope Wilton, Jemaine Clement, Bill Hader, and Adam Godley.
The BFG is no ordinary bone-crunching giant. He is far too nice and jumbly. It's lucky for Sophie that he is. Had she been carried off in the middle of the night by the Bloodbottler, or any of the other giants—rather than the BFG—she would have soon become breakfast. When Sophie hears that the giants are flush-bunking off to England to swollomp a few nice little chiddlers, she decides she must stop them once and for all. And the BFG is going to help her!
taste these rotsome eats of yours. But I is warning you that if it is filthsome, I is smashing it over your sludgy little head!’ He picked up the snozzcumber. He began raising it on its long journey to his mouth, some fifty feet up in the air. Sophie wanted to scream Don’t! But that would have been an even more certain death. Crouching among the slimy seeds, she felt herself being lifted up and up and up. Suddenly, there was a crunch as the Bloodbottler bit a huge hunk off the end. Sophie saw
frightsome trogglehumper!’ he cried. ‘This is a bad bad dream! It is worse than a bad dream! It is a nightmare!’ ‘Oh dear,’ Sophie said. ‘What will you do with that?’ ‘I is never never letting it go!’ the BFG cried. ‘If I do, then some poor little totder will be having the most curdbloodling time! This one is a real kicksy bog-thumper! I is exploding it as soon as I get home!’ ‘Nightmares are horrible,’ Sophie said. ‘I had one once and I woke up sweating all over.’ ‘With this one you would be
shook his head and moved on. When he came to the window in the very centre of the Palace, he listened but did not move on. ‘Ho-ho,’ he whispered. ‘We has a lady sleeping in there.’ Sophie felt a little quiver go running down her spine. ‘But who?’ she whispered back. The BFG put a finger to his lips for silence. He reached up through the open window and parted the curtains every so slightly. The orange glow from the night-sky over London crept into the room and cast a glimmer of light on to
for, Sophie sat motionless on the window-sill. How much longer? she wondered. What time do Queens wake up? Faint stirrings and distant sounds came to her from deep inside the belly of the Palace. Then, all at once, beyond the curtains, she heard the voice of the sleeper in the bedroom. It was a slightly blurred sleep-talker’s voice. ‘Oh no!’ it cried out. ‘No! Don’t – Someone stop them! – Don’t let them do it! – I can’t bear it! – Oh please stop them! – It’s horrible! – Oh, it’s ghastly! –
knowing what a coward the Fleshlumpeater was, saw his chance. ‘You is bitten by a snake!’ he shouted. ‘I seed it biting you! It was a frightsome poisnowse viper! It was a dreadly dungerous vindscreen viper!’ ‘Save our souls!’ bellowed the Fleshlumpeater. ‘Sound the crumpets! I is bitten by a septicous venomsome vindscreen viper!’ He flopped to the ground and sat there howling his head off and clutching his ankle with both hands. His fingers felt the brooch. ‘The teeth of the dreadly viper is