The BFG is not any atypical bone-crunching large. He's far too good and jumbly. It is fortunate for Sophie that he's. Had she been carried off in the course of the evening by the Bloodbottler, or any of the opposite giants—slightly than the BFG—she would have quickly turn into breakfast. When Sophie hears that the giants are flush-bunking off to England to swollomp a couple of good little chiddlers, she decides she should cease them as soon as and for all. And the BFG goes to assist her!
