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In your country he said, I is hearing the footsteps of a ladybird as she goes walking across a leaf. Honestly Sophie said, beginning to be impressed. Whats more, I is hearing those footsteps very loud, the BFG said. When a ladybird is walking across a leaf, I is hearing her feet going clumpetyclumpetyclump like giants footsteps. Good gracious me Sophie said. What else can you hear I is hearing the little ants chittering to each other as they scuddle around in the soil. You mean you can hear ants talking Every single word, the BFG said. Although I is not exactly understanding their langwitch. Go on, Sophie said. They is not exactly talking, the BFG said. But they is making noises. For instance, if I come along and I is picking a lovely flower, if I is twisting the stem of the flower till it breaks, then the plant is screaming. I can hear it screaming and screaming very clear. You dont mean it Sophie cried.

How awful It is screaming just like you would be screaming if someone was twisting your arm right off. Is that really true Sophie asked. You think I is swizzfiggling you It is rather hard to believe. Then I is stopping right here, said the BFG sharply. I is not wishing to be called a fibster. Oh no Im not calling you anything Sophie cried. I believe you I do really Please go on The BFG gave her a long hard stare. Sophie looked right back at him, her face open to his. I believe you, she said softly. She had offended him, she could see that. I wouldnt ever be fibbling to you, he said. I know you wouldnt, Sophie said. But you must understand that it isnt easy to believe such amazing things straight away. I understand that, the BFG said. So do please forgive me and go on, she said. He waited a while longer, and then he said, It is the same with trees as it is with flowers. If I is chopping an axe into the trunk of a big tree, I is hearing a terrible sound coming from inside the heart of the tree. What sort of sound Sophie asked. A soft moaning sound, the BFG said. It is like the sound an old man is making when he is dying slowly. He paused. The cave was very silent. Trees is living and growing just like you and me, he said. They is alive. So is plants. He was sitting very straight in his chair now, his hands clasped tightly together in front of him. His face was bright, his eyes round and bright as two stars. Such wonderful and terrible sounds I is hearing he said. Some of them you would never wish to be hearing yourself But some is like glorious music He seemed almost to be transfigured by the excitement of his thoughts. His face was beautiful in its blaze of emotions. Tell me some more about them, Sophie said quietly. You just ought to be hearing the little micies talking he said. Little micies is always talking to each other and I is hearing them as loud as my own voice. What do they say Sophie asked. Only the micies know that, he said. Spiders is also talking a great deal. You might not be thinking it but spiders is the most tremendous natterboxes. And when they is spinning their webs, they is singing all the time. They is singing sweeter than a nightingull. Who else do you hear Sophie asked. One of the biggest chatbags is the cattlepiddlers, the BFG said.

What do they say They is argying all the time about who is going to be the prettiest butteryfly. That is all they is ever talking about. Is there a dream floating around in here now Sophie asked. The BFG moved his great ears this way and that, listening intently. He shook his head. There is no dream in here, he said, except in the bottles. I has a special place to go for catching dreams. They is not often coming to Giant Country. How do you catch them The same way you is catching butteryflies, the BFG answered. With a net. He stood up and crossed over to a corner of the cave where a pole was leaning against the wall. The pole was about thirty feet long and there was a net on the end of it. Here is the dreamcatcher, he said, grasping the pole in one hand. Every morning I is going out and snitching new dreams to put in my bottles. Suddenly, he seemed to lose interest in the conversation. I is getting hungry, he said. It is time for eats. Snozzcumbers But if you dont eat people like all the others, Sophie said, then what do you live on That is a squelching tricky problem around here, the BFG answered. In this sloshflunking Giant Country, happy eats like pineapples and pigwinkles is simply not growing. Nothing is growing except for one extremely ickypoo vegetable. It is called the snozzcumber. The snozzcumber cried Sophie. Theres no such thing. The BFG looked at Sophie and smiled, showing about twenty of his square white teeth. Yesterday he said, we was not believing in giants, was we Today we is not believing in snozzcumbers. Just because we happen not to have actually seen something with our own two little winkles, we think it is not existing.

What about for instance the great squizzly scotchhopper I beg your pardon Sophie said. And the humplecrimp Whats that Sophie said. And the wraprascal The what Sophie said. And the crumpscoddle Are they animals Sophie asked. They is common animals, said the BFG contemptuously. I is not a very knowall giant myself, but it seems to me that you is an absolutely knownothing human bean. Your brain is full of rottenwool. You mean cottonwool, Sophie said. What I mean and what I say is two different things, the BFG announced rather grandly. I will now show you a snozzcumber. The BFG flung open a massive cupboard and took out the weirdestlooking thing Sophie had ever seen. It was about half as long again as an ordinary man but was much thicker. It was as thick around its girth as a perambulator. It was black with white stripes along its length. And it was covered all over with coarse knobbles. Here is the repulsant snozzcumber cried the BFG, waving it about. I squoggle it I mispise it I dispunge it But because I is refusing to gobble up human beans like the other giants, I must spend my life guzzling up ickypoo snozzcumbers instead. If I dont, I will be nothing but skin and groans. You mean skin and bons, Sophie said. I know it is bones, the BFG said. But please understand that I cannot be helping it if I sometimes is saying things a little squiggly. I is trying my very best all the time. The Big Friendly Giant looked suddenly so forlorn that Sophie got quite upset. Im sorry she said. I didnt mean to be rude. There never was any schools to teach me talking in Giant Country, the BFG said sadly. But couldnt your mother have taught you Sophie asked. My mother cried the BFG.

Giants dont have mothers Surely you is knowing that. I did not know that, Sophie said. Whoever heard of a woman giant shouted the BFG, waving the snozzcumber around his head like a lasso. There never was a woman giant And there never will be one. Giants is always men Sophie felt herself getting a little muddled. In that case, she said, how were you born Giants isnt born, the BFG answered. Giants appears and thats all there is to it. They simply appears, the same way as the sun and the stars. And when did you appear Sophie asked. Now how on earth could I be knowing a thing like that said the BFG. It was so long ago I couldnt count. You mean you dont even know how old you are No giant is knowing that, the BFG said. All I is knowing about myself is that I is very old, very very old and crumply Perhaps as old as the earth. What happens when a giant dies Sophie asked. Giants is never dying, the BFG answered. Sometimes and quite suddenly, a giant is disappearing and nobody is ever knowing where he goes to. But mostly us giants is simply going on and on like whiffsy timetwiddlers. The BFG was still holding the awesome snozzcumber in his right hand, and now he put one end into his mouth and bit off a huge hunk of it. He started crunching it up and the noise he made was like the crunching of lumps of ice.