BELL TOLLS FOLK MUSIC AND CHEERING CREAKING BELL TOLLS It was the witching hour, when the Boogeyman comes out, when people go missing. Matron thinks the witching hour arrives at midnight. The girls say one or two o'clock in the morning. I think it comes at three in the morning, when I'm the only one left awake. Like always. Like now. PEOPLE TALKING OUTSIDE Shh! Quiet! THEY GIGGLE GEESE HONK Get out the water! You're soaking. That stuff'll kill you! Oi! You're bladdered, the lot of you. Would you clear off? There are children trying to sleep. Hello, little missy! Don't "little missy" me! I'll call the coppers. I will do it. Watch the water! SHE SIGHS FOOTSTEPS APPROACH BOTTLES CLINK RATTLING Never get out of bed. Never go to the window. And never look behind... the curtain. CATS MEOW AND SNARL SHE GASPS Never get out of bed, never go to the window and never look behind the curtain! SHE YELPS THUNDER RUMBLES SHE MOANS HE HUMS HE SINGS HE MUTTERS There ain't no place to go. Unless you has wings. I is hungry. It is time for eats. Whoa! Where am I? Giant Country. No such place. We travelled a long, long way. Yeah, it be a distance. ROARING What's that? What's that? Giants. There are more of you? Fleshlumpeater, Bonecruncher, Manhugger, Childchewer, Meatdripper, Gizzardgulper, Maidmasher, Bloodbottler... Bloodbottler? Yeah. And the Butcher Boy. The Butcher Boy? Please don't eat me. Me? You think because I'm a giant that I'm a man-gobbling cannibal? HE LAUGHS Rarr! Me? Gobbling up human beans? Do you mind! This I'd never. Then, who are you? What kind of a monster are you? You has me wrong. You snatched me. Yeah, well, there you has me right. Anyway, I didn't steal you very much. After all, you is only a little thing. Still, I can't help thinking about your poor mother and father and they must be... I don't have a mother or father. You don't? They both died when I was a baby. So you is an ophran? Yes. You took me from an orphanage. You didn't know? I didn't know that. Were you happy there? No. I hate it. The matron who runs it is incompetent and she has crazy rules and you get punished a lot. How is you punished? She locks you in a dark cellar. There are rats down there. The filthy old fizzwiggler. The other giants... Are they nice, like you're nice? No, I is sorry to say the boys would eat you up in one dollop. My 24 foot, puddlenuts in Giant Country. And that's where you is. In Giant Country now. But why did you bring me here? Why did you take me? I had to take you. Because the first thing you'd be doing, you'd be scuttling around and yodelling the news that you were actually seeing a giant. And then there would be a great rumpledumpus, wouldn't there? And all the human beans would be rummaging and whiffling for the giant what you saw and getting wildly excited, and they'd be locking me up in a cage to be looked at with all the squiggling, you know, hippodumplings, crockadowndillies and jiggyraffes. And then there would be a gigantuous looksy giant hunt for all of the boys. I won't tell. No one will listen to me anyway; I'm an untrustworthy child. Yes, you would. No, I wouldn't. Yes, you would. No, I wouldn't. Yes, you would. No, I wouldn't! You would be telling the whole wonky world, most likely on the telly-telly bunkum box and the radio squeaker. I won't tell. I wouldn't ever. Please take me home. I'm scared. I want to go home. SLURPING No. Oh, that's horrible. You're just gonna have to be staying here with me. For the rest of our lives. You mean, "Of my life. "For the rest of my life." HE GIGGLES Hey, is you not all fridgy cold, eh? In your little nightie. I will run away. Listen. Listen, you. I is warning you not to ever go whiffling out of this cave without I is with you. Or you is coming to an ucky-mucky end! You can't stop me. I've run away a thousand times. I have instincts. Instincts? I thought human beans was full of brains. You is not very clever. I can stop you. Those giants, they would swallow you up like a piece of frumpkin fry. It's pumpkin pie, not frumpkin fry. And jiggyraffes are giraffes, crockadowndillies are crocodiles and hippodumplings are hippopotamuses. I cannot be helping it if I is saying things a little squiggly. I cannot be right all the time. Quite often, I is left instead of right. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. Yeah. Well, what I says and what I means are sometimes two different things. What is you reading? Nicholas Nickleby. Ah. What's in those jars? Dreams. Dreams aren't things. I don't dream, actually. I've got insomnia. Is that right? Dreams is actually very mysterious things. All the time, they is searching for sleeping people. With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy... You can read? ..thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing. SNORING SNARLING SHE SCREAMS Help me! No! Help! Help me! Help! SHE SCREAMS * You did that! There you has me right. I told you I didn't dream, so it was much scarier than it needed to be. Needs must. Titchy little snapperwhippers like you should not be higgling around with old sage and onions like me. Giants is all murderful and cannibals. They is swalloping up human beans like a sugar lump. Beings, not beans. Yeah, well, they'd eat you either way. What is that green fizz? Frobscottle. All giants is drinking frobscottle. FIZZING It's fizzing the wrong way. Eh? Our bubbles go up. Up? Up? Upward going bubbles gives a filthsome belchy burp. But what's wrong with a little burp now and then? It's loathsome. But if the bubbles in your tummy go down and come out... someplace else, that could have a far nastier result. A whizzpopper. Whizzpopper? Yeah, a sign of true happiness. Oh, no. It's glummy! WHIZZPOPPING Whoopee! HE GIGGLES SHE GASPS Runt! Is you at home, Runt? No. You is jabbeling. Who is you jabbeling to, Runt? Why is you such a chatbag in the morning? Why is you not you sleeping today? Because you keep me awake with your jabbeling. HE SNIFFS I has a boo-boo. Possibly later. Now, Runt! Right, I just have to fetch water. No, no, no. No water. No water. Hide behind there. Eurgh! Give me it. Give it here. Argh. HE SNIFFS Does you have a new little petty-poo? No. I smells bean, Runt. I finds them, I eats them up. You is barking up the wrong dog. There ain't no bean here. I is hungry. HE SNIFFS Hey, why don't you have that snozzcumber? Oh, that is a scrumptious snozzcumber. It's fresh. You lives on some rotten garbage, Runt. Don't be like that. You never tried that, Fleshlumpeater? No, never. I tell you, I is guzzling that wonderveg gleefully, night and day. Well, that's what's wrong with you. The outside is horrigust. But the inside is smelling something sweetly familiar. Yeah, go on. Go on, boy. Get your lips round that. That is lovely. Wait! You hates vegetables, you eats only beans. I hate vegeterribles. I eats only beans. Yeah. Yeah! Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. That's what I said. That's what I said. I said it. I hates fruits and vegeterribles. And water. And water. And water. I'm taking this. You... You is an insult to giant people. Cheers. Oh, too hot. Too hot. Too hot! Too hot! And something to wear? What... Where did you get that jacket? In your scraps. It's nice. Is something the matter? No, nevermind. Where are you going? To work. What do you do for work? Oh, now you is asking me to tell you whoppsy big secrets. I won't tell a soul. How could I, anyway? I'm stuck here for the rest of my life. I catch dreams. I want to come. Yeah... You is staying here. No, I'm not. Yes, you are. You is human bean and human bean is like strawbunkles and cream to those giants out there, so you're gonna stay in a nice, safe place right here. Not possible. I goes and catch dreams, same as every day. I goes alone. I is a feature of habit. But you'll be leaving me here with them. They will eat me. They is sounding asleep. I is going dream-catching. I is going alone. You be snug as a bug up there. * BABY GIGGLES CHEERING Oh, my. You can't have secrets from me. It's too late for that. You must take me. No. We can't have secrets. I'll tell you mine. I sneak around at night too and I steal sometimes, and I lie. So I'm lonely most of the time. I've never had a best friend. Sounds like you, I'll bet. I gets over it. We gets on with it. Flesh-head, he'll comes and eat me. My blood will be on your hands. Everything about you goes against all my better judgmentals, girl. Well, I'm right about this one. I promise I am. See, they snoozelin'. So, hold your breath, cross your fingers. Here we go. We have to go right past all those sleeping giants. Climb all those steps, to get all the ways up theres. SNORING HE STIFLES A SNEEZE BIRD CROWS Runt! Where's you galloping off to in the daytime, Runt? You know I is going off to my work. You could be seen by snoopies and bring a giant hunt. Oh, no, no. And we is not wanting a giant hunt, is we? No, let me down, Fleshlumpeater. Let the boys sleep in the day. We is all awake now. We might as well... Frolic. Yeah, we might well frolic. ALL: Frolic. What's frolic? Frolic, you know, like... Oh, yeah. Frolic. Don't just take it, do something. Gizzardgulper, go long. SHE GASPS Why you not hunt with us, Runt? SHE YELPS HE CHUCKLES THEY CHEER THEY LAUGH AND CHEER Look at the puffers. Rain be coming. THUNDER RUMBLES THEY CRY BOTH: Bean. HE GRUNTS You shouldn't let them treat you like that. Nobody should. I lives with nine bean-eating giants. They takes, so I gives back. I blows my dreams about. Well, as good as I can do. I do something, eh? I do something. We is here at last. We is in Dream Country now, missy. I shared you a secret. Look at all the stars! Oh, yeah. Often enough, on a clear night, I is hearing far away music coming from those stars in the sky. You do? What else? Well, I is hearing the little ants chittering to each other as they skiddle about in the soil. Cattlepiddlers, though, they is the worst chatbags. All the time, they is arguing about who will be the most pretty butteryfly. Go on, please. I hear the footsteps of a ladybird as she walks across a leaf. But the funniest old stories I is hearing from the plants and the trees themselves. Yeah, they is living and growing, laughing, chittering, just like you and me. Come on, down you go. I is hearing all the wondrous and all the terrible... Terrible, terrible things. All the secret whisperings of the world. Really? HE CHUCKLES You think I is swizzfiggling you, don't you? No. It's just all rather hard to believe. HE CHUCKLES At one point, someone... Someone called me "the big, friendly giant." HE CHUCKLES What shall I call you, gal? My name is Sophie. Well, jump, Sophie. This be where all my dreams is beginning. Oh, my. * As a dream comes whiffling by, it's so silvery soft, who is making, like, a tiny little buzzing, humming sound, like music. BUZZING HE GASPS Bogs winkles! It's a phizzwizard. I don't be seeing many of them anymore. It's behind you, on your elbow. No, not that elbow, the other one! Now it's on your foot. The other foot! Whoa! It's on your bottom! I gots it. Seems to know you, gal. Look... it is a golden phizzwizard. I wish I could hear it. Here. It be very soft. HUMMING Do you actually hear what these dreams say? Yeah, I do. This sounds like you. WHOOSHING Hello, beautiful dream. It... Look! Go on, make yourself useful, little foggle-frump. I... I couldn't. Yeah, you could. Use your hands, your titchy little figglers. SHE GIGGLES WHIRRING ZAPPING I got one! Let it go, Sophie. Give it here, give it me. Give it me. Come here. Mince my maggots. I think this be a very, very bad dream. There are bad dreams here too? It be a trogglehumper. What are you going to do with it? I locks them up, the wicked beastie. What does the bad dream say? It says... Look at what you has done. And there be no forgiveness. Where are you? I... I can't see you! Big Friendly Giant! Big Friendly Giant? I'm going to call you BFG. You calls me what you likes. Where are you going next? Dream-blowing. It be as good as I can do. SHE WHISPERS: Why here? Because I hears a little heart. What be your pleasure, missy. Make them all happy. BFG, did your mother or father teach you about dreams? Giants don't have mothers or fathers. Never? How old are you? Well, I is as old as the Earth, I suppose. I is getting a little bit crumply, but... Us giants is mostly just going on and on and on, like whiffsy time-twiddlers. BFG, did you hear my heart at the orphanage? Yeah, I hears it right now. HE BREATHES IN SHE WHISPERS: What does the dream say? Well, the boy, he's dreaming that the telephone is ringing in his house. His da, he answers it, and he says, "Yes, this is Mr Goonas speaking." And then he's gasping, like he has a lobster stuck in his throat. And he's saying, "Who, what? Yes, sir, I understand. "But surely, sir, it is me you wish to be speaking to, not my little boy." And then his face turns white and his eyes pop out of his head. And he says, "Yes, sir. He is here, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir." And he hands the phone to the boy. "Is you knowing the President of the United States?" he asks. "No," says the boy, "But I suspect he's hearing about me." And then he takes the phone, the boy, and he's having a long chittery-chat on the phone with the President. "Well, let me take care of it, Mr President. "No, no, you'll bungle it up, sir, if you do it all your way." And his da, his eyes is goggling out of his head. And then his ma, she comes into the room and his dad, he tells her and then... And so on and so on and so on. Dreams are so quick. Yeah. On the outside, but they is long on the inside. Visit vodafone.co.nz to sign up. Unlimited broadband now with Vodafone TV Intro ` it's TV like never before. Switch to Vodafone and get Vodafone TV Intro and three months' free unlimited broadband. That's over $640 of value. Visit vodafone.co.nz to sign up. * BELL TOLLS Shh. What? I hears a lament. Somebody's silkies is crying for their darling. Look! Shh. GRUNTING Monsters. We have to stop them. You can't keep living like this, BFG. BFG, what you did with my blanket? I thought you had it there. Where is it? In my other... Oh, I think I dropped it in Giant Country. You dropped it in Giant Country? Giant Country. GEESE HONK Did I fall asleep? Why are you giving me a dream? Why are you giving me a dream? Why are you giving me a... dream? You dropped your blanket. So they must know you was there. You is not safe with me, gal. So? You is not safe with me. Never mind that now. There was a boy... He liked to read. He taught me how to read. You is wearing his little red jacket. I hears his lonely heart, just like I hears yours. Then he seen me, like you did. So I had to take him. Ipswich. I could have brought him back home. But then it be too late. It won't be like that. Well stop the giants. We'll make them go away forever. HE CHUCKLES Was the boy was scared? Yeah. In the end. I'm not. Brave Sophie. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not! CAT MEOWS SHE WHISPERS: BFG, you say you can hear ants talk and spiders spin. And you could hear the stars. Can you still hear me? I feel you're here. I know you're here. BFG. Jump, Sophie. SHE YELPS HE SNIFFS Need a plan. Need a plan. Need a plan. Are you thinking up a plan? I is not having the foggiest idea in the wonky world. Well, keep at it. Runt! SHE GASPS Sophie, hide. * Oh, Runty. Is you at home? Quick, quick, quick, quick. HE SNIFFS I has a boo-boo. You is a big boy. You take care of your boo-boos yourself now. Oh, I will. ALL: Oh, he will. You has a bean. Right, out! Let's get on with it. Let's get on with it. Time to hunt. Time to hunt. THEY SNIFF Scitter-scatter, boys. Find me the chiddler. No, no, no... This be my work. This be my work, boys! Look at me. Once, us giants, we be gentries. Those days are over. Where is the delicious little chatbag? HE SNIFFS SHE GASPS HE SNIFFS Oh... Right. Out, all of you! TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS Whoa! He find the last one. I finds this one. HE SNIFFS HE SNIFFS HE GRUNTS This be my home. Ow! Hot! Hot! Argh! You don't come in here anymore. THEY WHIMPER Go on, get out! Curse you be, Runt! Get out! This be my home! You, you is an insult to giants. Well, there be my dreams disappeared into a thick ear. Into thin air. Words... They is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life. I knows exactly what words I want to say but somehow or other they all comes out squiff-squiddled round. Don't worry. That happens to everyone. Not like it happens to me, I speak in the most terrible wigglish. Well, I think you speak beautifully. You do? You really do? Mm-hmm. Simply beautifully. Oh... That is the nicest present that anybody's ever given me in my entire life. BFG? How whoopsey-splunkers! BFG? How absolutely... squiffling! BFG? I is all of a stutter. BFG! Yeah, yeah. I have a plan. A plan? We are going to the Queen. We really, really need her help. We can be there by dawn. Right, you be giving your Queenie a frightsome, curdbloodling trogglehumper. Needs must. Scary as you can make it. Oh, chiddlers. The Queen will dream that giants, all nine of them, are in England. And they are eating little children. GROWLING AND HISSING ROARING Be sure to put some army in it. MARCHING THEY GIVE COMMANDS CHILDREN SCREAM Be sure you add a little of me. Did you add yourself? The Queen will dream that a little girl is sitting on her windowsill. Then she wakes up and I am there. We are there. And then what happens? Well, then a Big Friendly Giant steps forward and bows and says, "Your Majesty, I am your humble servant." You mean she actually sees me? No, not in a month of Mondays, gal. Looking for the perfect mascara? Choose Paradise Mascara from L'Oreal Paris. Super soft brush and volumising formula for intense volume and spectacular length. Paradise Mascara - now also available in waterproof. From L'Oreal Paris. ROYAL FANFARE BFG CLICKS HIS FINGERS Huh? MUSIC: Rule, Britannia! by James Thomson and Thomas Arne BFG, stop. You are going to knock me off. I'm just trying to listen to the different breathing of manly bean and lady bean. ZOOMING No. No, no. No, no. No, it's horrible. Make them stop, make them stop. Giants? Giants? Horrible man-eating giants. No. No, stop. No, no, no. No! SHE GASPS Your Majesty? What is it? Oh, Mary. I had the most horrible dream. Oh... Well, only a dream, Ma'am. Let me get your tea. HE SNAPS HIS FINGERS I dreamed that girls and boys were being snatched out of their beds in boarding schools and were eaten by the most ghastly giants. There was so many of them. There was the Fleshlumpeater and the Gizzardgulper and the Meatdripper... And the... Butcher Boy? ..Butcher Boy. Oh. Sorry. The giants put their hands in through the windows and plucked the children out with their fingers. It was so bloody, so vivid, so real. So real, Mary. The children just disappeared. Oh, my. What's the matter, dear? You're white as a sheet. Oh... Well, sit down, Mary, sit. Yes. You're trembling. What is it? It's just... So odd, Ma'am. So very odd. You haven't seen the papers? No, I haven't seen them yet. Look. It's the very dream you had. Children have disappeared in the night. Gone. Taken. But not by giants? Well, no. It couldn't be, could it, Ma'am? Draw the curtains. Yes, Ma'am. Oh! I don't believe it! There's a small girl standing on the windowsill. Is there not, Mr Tibbs? There is indeed, Ma'am. She is standing right there, Ma'am. You didn't dream it. But I did dream it. How in the world did you get there? Well... Let me take care of this, Ma'am. Here, come down. No, no, don't do that. A giant put you there. Yes, he did, Ma'am. He's waiting in the garden now. Is he? Is he? He's my best friend. He made your dream. Did he? Did he? Did he? Queen's garden, rear window, please. Why have you and your giant come to see me? I think you would remember that, Your Majesty, if the mixing went well. Yes, I remember. You have a plan. You need me. Yes, we do. Should we call for him now? I suppose we should. You promise you won't hurt him, Ma'am? Rear garden. Rear garden, please. I'm ready. BFG? BFG? The Queen would really like to meet you. You won't put him in the bunkumhouse? Come down from there, child. Mary, take her downstairs and get her some breakfast. Mr Tibbs, find out where she comes from. No, no. He's just afraid. He's never done anything like this in his whole life before. BFG, be brave! You promised you wouldn't hurt him. Mr Tibbs, tell the guards to stand down. Mr Tibbs! Stand down, gentlemen, please. Stand down. Dear, come here. SHE WHISPERS: Your Majesty, I am your humble servant. Your Majester, I is your humbug servant. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Oh, Majester. Oh, Monacher. Oh, Ruler of... ..Straight Lines. I has come with my little friend Sophie to give you a... ..a... To give me what? Assistance. Thank you. I'm sure you have, but not in my dressing gown. HE GIGGLES Giants, Boris. Man-eating giants. Have people been disappearing? Ha! We have verifiable intelligence. We might need air clearance. I'll get back to you. Nancy, is Ronnie there? Well... wake him. ROYAL FANFARE Her Majesty, the Queen. DOGS BARK MUSIC: Rule, Britannia! by James Thomson and Thomas Arne This way, sir. Just follow me. Follow me. That's it, sir. Slow ahead. Careful. Slow ahead. And full stop. To port side, sir. Careful of the antiques, sir. And up. Up. Careful. Up, up. That's it. Hard to port. And slow ahead. Steady. Yes, sir. Bogs winkles! What was that? That was Louis Quatorze. I'm so, so, so sorry, Your Majesty. He's never really been in a house before. Your cape, sir. What a whoppsy spliffling room we is in! Your valet, sir. Your Majesty. This room is so gigantuous, I is needing bicirculers and telescoops to see what's going on at either end. Does he always talk like that? Yes, Your Majesty. He's never had schooling. Ah. Sir. Please, BFG, start. There's only one word for that, Majester. Scrumdiddlyumptious! Oh, that is glummy. Goodbye, snozzcumber! What's snozzcumber? It's this horrible stinky vegetable and I'm afraid it's all he has to eat. Doesn't seem to have stunted his growth at all. Mmm! Pour BFG his coffee, please. What's that? What's the black stuff? What's that? What's that foam? He is magnificent, your giant. Sophie, dear, do start. You must be famished. It's delumptious. Ah. HE SLURPS Ogglefrunk! Please, Majester, what is this horrible swigpill I is drinking, Majester? Would he prefer tea? He would prefer frobscottle. Frobscottle? A little gift for Your Majester. Delumptious fizzy frobscottle. It be a personable for rent. How kind. Would Your Majester be so kind as to honour me with... ..a pour? It's fizzing the wrong way. Our bubbles go up. Oh, yeah. We would have some glumptious whizzpopping music. Does he like music? We have bagpipes. The generals have been briefed, Ma'am. MARCHING This is a story which beggars belief, but we don't have the time. We're on our way to the Giant Country. BFG will chart a course for you. Generals, BFG. In ten hours, the giants will once again be on the hunt, and I intend to stop them. And where exactly is Giant Country, sir? HE MUMBLES There. What? There. Gentlemen, your men will follow the BFG. I promised him you will go only once to Giant Country. You not be finding it a second time. Just look at those bubbles. MUSIC: Scotland The Brave I believe in the BFG. The BFG. To the BFG. HE CHUCKLES Marvellous bubbles. WHIZZPOPPING WHIZZPOPPING To Giant Country. This winter, nourish your dry and damaged hair with Elvive Extraordinary Oil. With six flower oils, a few drops smoothed on dry hair leaves hair soft and shiny and non-greasy. It's your time to shine. Elvive Extraordinary Oil by L'Oreal. * THUNDER RUMBLES MONITOR BEEPS We will hold here. BFG, I must ask you if you had a plan. BFG, do you have a plan? BFG! Do you have a plan? The trogglehumper I caught. You're giving it to the giants? Yeah, I is giving the boys the most horridest dream of despair. If the dream does its job, they awakes trapped in flushbunking remorse. And if those whoppsy bellypoppers out there does their job, then I think we stands a chance. Look at what you has done and there be no forgiveness. Needs must. Now, stand back, gal. HISSING SNORING We has brought the hunt to Giant Country. What is Sophie's Dream? A golden phizzwizard. I don't see much of them anymore. But what does it say? It tells the story of a little girl. A little chiddler, with her whole life ahead of her. With a family of her own. Little chiddlers of her own too someday. There will be great successfuls and funnies ahead for her. Truth to tell, just a dribble of despair. Times will be hard, times will be soft. Adventures will come and go. But in the end, she remembers the good deeds. Now, Sophie, I know... that story be your heart's desire. I knows it. The dream, it came to you, didn't it? It be Sophie's Dream. But then I wake up. Then you wakes up. But not here. No, you has more dreams to catch.. my little foggle-frump. But not in Giant Country. But will I still have you? Will you still hear me when I call for you? Are you forgetting something? Are you forgetting these? THEY CHUCKLE It be time, BFG. Now, where did I put the... I left me trumpet at Her Majester's. Oh, I'm such a mixed-up, boggled-up giant sometimes. Deliver us from weasels. Sophie? Oh, no. Oh, no. Sophie... SNORING And what does we have here? HE SNARLS HE CHUCKLES HE SNORTS BOTH: You is a cannibal! I is bad! Have pity on a poor little giant! You are a very bad giant. I has no regrets. Runt! Run, Sophie, run! It's over, Fleshlumpeater. It's over, boy. It's time to stop now. I is always hungry. Huh? THEY ISSUE AND RECEIVE ORDERS Argh! Come on, lads! HE GROANS SHE YELPS Take him away! Go, go! Argh! SHE PANTS The giants were taken far, far away, to a place you've never heard of and a place you'll never go. Argh! The Queen sent them off with snozzcumber seeds. It was all they would have to eat. THEY WAIL And they were just going to have to get used to it. SHE WHISPERS: It's time to wake up, darling. KNOCKING Good morning, Sophie. 'I had a dream last night. 'In the dream, I was awakened by a beautiful, buzzing, humming noise 'floating above my bed.' 'I walked to the window and against the horizon 'I saw his long legs leaping, suitcase and trumpet in hand.' 'I could see all the way to Giant Country, 'I could see the garden BFG was growing. 'He had fruits and berries, cauliflower and tomatoes. 'He refuses to have Brussels sprouts, though, 'but snozzcumbers were still growing at the side of his cottage. 'How else would he make frobscottle?' 'I saw the stone door and the crooked windows, 'his cape was hanging by the door. 'I saw the crow's nest and his sailor boat bed.' 'I saw his rocking chair and a fire burning in the fireplace, 'with a much nicer stew cooking.' 'I could see the scattered pages of the book he was writing.' 'He was happy. 'And I was happy.' 'When I'm lonely, which is not nearly as often as before, 'I talk to him and he actually hears me, 'because BFG hears all the secret whisperings of the world.' Good morning, BFG.