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Jack is the only human bean all giants is frightened of, the BFG told her. They is all absolutely terrified of Jack. They is all hearing that Jack is a famous giantkiller. Save me screamed the Fleshlumpeater. Have mercy on this poor little giant The beanstalk He is coming at me with his terrible spikesticking beanstalk Take it away I is begging you, Jack, I is praying you not to touch me with your terrible spikesticking beanstalk Us giants, the BFG whispered, is not knowing very much about this dreaded human bean called Jack. We is knowing only that he is a famous giantkiller and that he is owning something called a beanstalk. We is knowing also that the beanstalk is a fearsome thing and Jack is using it to kill giants. Sophie couldnt stop smiling. What is you griggling at the BFG asked her, slightly nettled. Ill tell youk later, Sophie said. The awful nightmare had now gripped the great brute to such an extent that he was tying his whole body into knots. Do not do it, Jack he screeched. I was not eating you, Jack I is never eating human beans I swear I has never gobbled a single human bean in all my wholesome life Liar, said the BFG. Just then, one of the Fleshlumpeaters flailing fists caught the stillfastasleep Meatdripping Giant smack in the mouth. At the same time, one of his furiously thrashing legs kicked the snoring Gizzardgulping Giant right in the guts. Both the injured giants woke up and leaped to their feet. He is swiping me right in the mouth yelled the Meatdripper. He is bungswoggling me smack in the guts shouted the Gizzardgulper. The two of them rushed at the Fleshlumpeater and began pounding him with their fists and feet. The wretched Fleshlumpeater woke up with a bang. He awoke straight from one nightmare into another. He roared into battle, and in the bellowing thumping rough and tumble that followed, one sleeping giant after another either got stepped upon or kicked. Soon, all nine of them were on their feet having the most almighty freeforall. They punched and kicked and scratched and bit and butted each other as hard as they could. Blood flowed. Noses went crunch. Teeth fell out like hailstones. The giants roared and screamed and cursed, and for many minutes the noise of battle rolled across the yellow plain. The BFG smiled a big wide smile of absolute pleasure. I is loving it when they is all having a good tough and rumble, he said. Theyll kill each other, Sophie said. Never, the BFG answered. Those beasts is always bishing and walloping at one another. Soon it will be getting dusky and they will be galloping off to fill their tummies. Theyre coarse and foul and filthy, Sophie said. I hate them As the BFG headed back to the cave, he said quietly, We certainly was putting that nightmare to good use though, wasnt we Excellent use, Sophie said. Well done you. Dreams The Big Friendly Giant was seated at the great table in his cave and he was doing his homework. Sophie sat crosslegged on the tabletop near by, watching him at work. The glass jar containing the one and only good dream they had caught that day stood between them. The BFG, with great care and patience, was printing something on a piece of paper with an enormous pencil. What are you writing Sophie asked him. Every dream is having its special label on the bottle, the BFG said. How else could I be finding the one I am wanting in a hurry But can you really and truly tell what sort of a dream its going to be simply by listening to it Sophie asked. I can, the BFG said, not looking up. But how Is it by the way it hums and buzzes You is less or more right, the BFG said. Every dream in the world is making a different sort of buzzyhum music. And these grand swashboggling ears of mine is able to read that music. By music, do you mean tunes I is not meaning tunes. Then what do you mean Human beans is having their own music, right or left Right, Sophie said. Lots of music. And sometimes human beans is very overcome when they is hearing wonderous music. They is getting shivers down their spindels. Right or left Right, Sophie said. So the music is saying something to them. It is sending a message. I do not think the human beans is knowing what that message is, but they is loving it just the same. Thats about right, Sophie said. But because of these jumpsquiffling ears of mine, the BFG said, I is not only able to hear the music that dreams is making but I is understanding it also. What do you mean understanding it Sophie said. I can read it, the BFG said. It talks to me. It is like a langwitch. I find that just a little hard to believe, Sophie said. Ill bet you is also finding it hard to believe in quogwinkles, the BFG said, and how they is visiting us from the stars. Of course I dont believe that, Sophie said. The BFG regarded her gravely with those huge eyes of his. I hope you will forgive me, he said, if I tell you that human beans is thinking they is very clever, but they is not. They is nearly all of them notmuchers and squeakpips.