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s are crazy, Sophie said. Let me read this next one. Sophie started reading the next label: Pretty ridiculous, Sophie said. All the same, she couldnt resist reaching down and pressing her own tummy button to see if it worked. Nothing happened. Dreams is very mystical things, the BFG said. Human beans is not understanding them at all. Not even their brainiest prossefors is understanding them. Has you seen enough Just this last one, Sophie said. This one here. She started reading: Thats enough for now, the BFG said. There is diluons more but my arm is getting tired holding you up. What are all those over there Sophie said. Why have they got such tiny labels That, the BFG said, is because one day I is catching so many dreams I is not having the time or energy to write out long labels. But there is enough to remind me. Can I look Sophie said. The longsuffering BFG carried her across to the jars she was pointing to. Sophie read them rapidly, one after the other: I IS CLIMBING MOUNT EVERAST WITH JUST MY PUSSYCAT FOR CUMPANY. I IS INVENTING A CAR THAT RUNS ON TOOTHPASTE. I IS ABLE TO MAKE THE ELEKTRIK LITES GO ON AND OFF JUST BY WISHING IT. I IS ONLY AN EIGHT YEAR OLD LITTLE BUT I IS GROWING A SPLENDID BUSHY BEARD AND ALL THE OTHER S IS JALOUS. I IS ABEL TO JUMP OUT OF ANY HIGH WINDOW AND FLOTE DOWN SAFELY. I HAS A PET BEE THAT MAKES ROCK AND ROLL MUSIK WHEN IT FLIES. What amazes me, Sophie said, is how you ever learned to write in the first place. Ah, said the BFG. I has been wondering how long it is before you is asking me that. Considering you never went to school, I think its quite marvellous, Sophie said. How did you learn The BFG crossed the cave and opened a tiny secret door in the wall. He took out a book, very old and tattered. By human standards, it was an ordinary sized book, but it looked like a postage stamp in his huge hand. One night, he said, I is blowing a dream through a window and I sees this book lying on the little s bedroom table. I wanted it so very badly, you understand. But I is refusing to steal it. I would never do that. So how did you get it Sophie asked. I borrowed it, the BFG said, smiling a little. Just for a short time I borrowed it. How long have you had it Sophie asked. Perhaps only about eighty years, the BFG said. Soon I shall be putting it back. And thats how you taught yourself to write Sophie asked him. I is reading it hundreds of times, the BFG said. And I is still reading it and teaching new words to myself and how to write them. It is the most scrumdiddlyumptious story. Sophie took the book out of his hand. Nicholas Nickleby, she read aloud. By Dahls Chickens, the BFG said. By who Sophie said. Just then, there came a tremendous noise of galloping feet from outside the cave. Whats that Sophie cried. That is all the giants zippfizzing off to another country to guzzle human beans, the BFG said. He quickly popped Sophie into his waistcoat pocket, then hurried to the cave entrance and rolled back the stone. Sophie, peeping out of her spyhole, saw all nine of the fearsome giants coming past at full gallop. Where is you off to tonight shouted the BFG. We is all of us flushbunking off to England tonight, answered the Fleshlumpeater as they went galloping past. England is a luctuous land and we is fancying a few nice little English chiddlers. I, shouted the Maidmasher, is knowing where there is a gigglehouse for s and I is guzzling myself full as a frothblower

heres not a thing we can do, the BFG said. We is helpless as horsefeathers. He sat down on a large craggy blue rock near the entrance to his cave. He took Sophie from his pocket and put her beside him on the rock. It is now quite safe for you to be outside until they is coming back, he said. The sun had dipped below the horizon and it was getting dark. The Great Plan Weve absolutely got to stop them Sophie cried. Put me back in your pocket quick and well chase after them and warn everyone in England theyre coming. Redunculus and umpossiple, the BFG said. They is going two times as fast as me and they is finishing their guzzle before we is halfway. But we cant just sit here doing nothing Sophie cried. How many s and s are they going to eat tonight Many the BFG said. The Fleshlumpeating Giant alone has a most squadding whoppsy appetite. Will he snatch them out of their beds while theyre sleeping Like peas out of a poddle, the BFG said. I cant bear to think of it Sophie cried. Then dont, the BFG said. For years and years I is sitting here on this very rock every night after night when they is galloping away, and I is feeling so sad for all the human beans they is going to gobble up. But I has had to get used to it. There is nothing I can do. If I wasnt a titchy little runty giant only twentyfour feet high then I would be stopping them. But that is absolutely out of the window. Do you always know where theyre going Sophie asked. Always, the BFG said. Every night they is yelling at me as they go booding past. The other day they was yelling We is off to Mrs Sippi and Miss Souri to guzzle them both Disgusting, Sophie said. I hate them.

And I knows where there is a bogglebox for s shouted the Gizzardgulper. All I has to do is reach in and grab myself a handful English s is tasting extra lickswishy In a few seconds, the nine galloping giants were out of sight. What did he mean Sophie said, poking her head out of the pocket. What is a gigglehouse for s He is meaning a s school, the BFG said. He will be eating them by the bundle. Oh no cried Sophie. And s from a s school, said the BFG. It mustnt happen Sophie cried out. Weve got to stop them We cant just sit here and do nothing T She and the Big Friendly Giant sat quietly side by side on the blue rock in the gathering dusk. Sophie had never felt so helpless in her life. After a while, she stood up and cried out, I cant stand it Just think of those poor s and s who are going to be eaten alive in a few hours time We cant just sit here and do nothing Weve got to go after those brutes

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