The BFG by Roald Dahl Read Free Book Online Page A

gently the BFG tipped the bottle forward and poured some of the fabulous frobscottle down her throat.
    And oh gosh, how delicious it was! It was sweet and refreshing. It tasted of vanilla and cream, with just the faintest trace of raspberries on the edge of the flavour. And the bubbles were wonderful. Sophie could actually feel them bouncing and bursting all around her tummy. It was an amazing sensation. It felt as though hundreds of tiny people were dancing a jig inside her and tickling her with their toes. It was lovely.
     

    ‘It’s lovely!’ she cried.
    ‘Just wait,’ said the BFG, flapping his ears.
    Sophie could feel the bubbles travelling lower and lower down her tummy, and then suddenly, inevitably… the explosion came. The trumpets sounded and she too made the walls of the cavern ring with the sound of music and thunder.
    ‘Bravo!’ shouted the BFG, waving the bottle. ‘You is very good for a beginner! Let’s have some more!’

    Journey to Dream Country
    After the mad frobscottle party was over, Sophie settled herself again on top of the enormous table.
    ‘You is feeling better now?’ asked the Big Friendly Giant.
    ‘Much better, thank you,’ Sophie said.
    ‘Whenever I is feeling a bit scrotty,’ the BFG said, ‘a few gollops of frobscottle is always making me hopscotchy again.’
    ‘I must say it’s quite an experience,’ Sophie said.
    ‘It’s a razztwizzler,’ the BFG said. ‘It’s gloriumptious.’ He turned away and strode across the cave and picked up his dream-catching net. ‘I is galloping off now,’ he said, ‘to catch some more whoppsy-whiffling dreams for my collection. I is doing this every day without missing. Is you wishing to come with me?’
    ‘Not me, thank you very much!’ Sophie said. ‘Not with those other giants lurking outside!’
    ‘I is snuggling you very cosy into the pocket of my waistcoat,’ the BFG said. ‘Then no one is seeing you.’
    Before Sophie could protest, he had picked her up off the table and popped her into the waistcoat pocket. There was plenty of room in there. ‘Is you wishing for a little hole to peep out from?’ he asked her.
    ‘There’s one here already’ she said. She had found a small hole in the pocket, and when she put one eye close to it, she could see out very well indeed. She watched the BFG as he bent down and filled his suitcase with empty glass jars. He closed the lid, picked up the suitcase in one hand, took the pole with the net on the end in the other hand, and marched towards the entrance of the cave.
    As soon as he was outside, the BFG set off across the great hot yellow wasteland where the blue rocks lay and the dead trees stood and where all the other giants were skulking about.
    Sophie, squatting low on her heels in the pocket of the leather waistcoat, had one eye glued to the little hole. She saw the group of enormous giants about three hundred yards ahead.
    ‘Hold your breaths!’ the BFG whispered down to her. ‘Cross your figglers! Here we go! We is going right past all these other giants! Is you seeing that whopping great one, the one nearest to us?’
    ‘I see him,’ Sophie whispered back, quivering.
    ‘That is the horriblest of them all. And the biggest of them all. He is called the Fleshlumpeating Giant.’
    ‘I don’t want to hear about him,’ Sophie said.
    ‘He is fifty-four feet high,’ the BFG said softly as he jogged along. ‘And he is swolloping human beans like they is sugar-lumps, two or three at a time.’
    ‘You’re making me nervous,’ Sophie said.
    ‘I is nervous myself,’ the BFG whispered. ‘I always gets as jumpsy as a joghopper when the Fleshlumpeating Giant is around.’
    ‘Keep away from him,’ Sophie pleaded.
    ‘Not possible,’ the BFG answered. ‘He is galloping easily two times as quicksy as me.’
    ‘Shall we turn back?’ Sophie said.
    ‘Turning back is worse,’ the BFG said. ‘If they is seeing me running away, they is all giving chase and throwing