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I dont want to give the Queen a nightmare, Sophie said. I is thinking, the BFG said, that your Queen will be happy to have a nightmare if having a nightmare is going to save a lot of human beans from being gobbled up by filthsome giants. Is I right or is I left I suppose youre right, Sophie said. Its got to be done. She will soon be getting over it, the BFG said. Have you put all the other important things into it Sophie asked. When I is blowing that dream into the Queens bedroom, the BFG said, she will be dreaming every single little thingalingaling you is asking me to make her dream. About me sitting on the windowsill That part is very strong. And about a Big Friendly Giant I is putting in a nice long gobbit about him, the BFG said. As he spoke, he picked up one of his smaller jars and very quickly tipped the struggling thrashing trogglehumper out of the large jar into the small one. Then he screwed the lid tightly on to the small jar. Thats it, he announced. We is now ready. He fetched his suitcase and put the small jar into it. Why bother to take a great big suitcase when youve only got one jar Sophie said. You could put the jar in your pocket. The BFG looked down at her and smiled. By goggles, he said, taking the jar out of the suitcase, your head is not quite so full of grimesludge after all I can see you is not born last week. Thank you, kind sir, Sophie said, making a little curtsy from the tabletop. Is you ready to leave the BFG asked. Im ready Sophie cried. Her heart was beginning to thump at the thought of what they were about to do. It really was a wild and crazy thing. Perhaps they would both be thrown into prison. The BFG was putting on his great black cloak. He tucked the jar into a pocket in his cloak. He picked up his long trumpetlike dreamblower. Then he turned and looked at Sophie, who was still on the tabletop. The dreambottle is in my pocket, he said. Is you going to sit in there with it during the travel Never cried Sophie. I refuse to sit next to that beastly thing Then where is you going to sit the BFG asked her. Sophie looked him over for a few moments. Then she said, If you would be kind enough to swivel one of your lovely big ears so that it is lying flat like a dish, that would make a very cosy place for me to sit. By gumbo, that is a squackling good idea the BFG said. Slowly, he swivelled his huge right ear until it was like a great shell facing the heavens. He lifted Sophie up and placed her into it. The ear itself, which was about the size of a large teatray, was full of the same channels and crinkles as a human ear. It was extremely comfortable. I hope I dont fall down your earhole, Sophie said, edging away from the large hole just beside her. Be very careful not to do that, the BFG said. You would be giving me a cronking earache. The nice thing about being there was that she could whisper directly into his ear. You is tickling me a bit, the BFG said. Please do not jiggle about. Ill try not to, Sophie said. Are we ready Oweeee yelled the BFG. Dont do that I didnt do anything, Sophie said. You is talking too loud You is forgetting that I is hearing every little thingalingaling fifty times louder than usual and there you is shouting away right inside my ear Oh gosh, Sophie murmured. I forgot that. Your voice is sounding like thunder and thrumpets Im so sorry Sophie whispered. Is that better No cried the BFG. It sounds as though you is shootling off a bunderbluss Then how can I talk to you Sophie whispered. Dont cried the poor BFG. Please dont Each word is like you is dropping buzzbombs in my earhole Sophie tried speaking right under her breath. Is this better she said. She spoke so softly she couldnt even hear her own voice. Thats better, the BFG said. Now I is hearing you very nicely. What is it you is trying to say to me just now I was saying are we ready We is off cried the BFG, heading for the cave entrance. We is off to meet Her Majester the Queen Outside the cave, he rolled the large round stone back into place and set off at a tremendous gallop. Journey to London The great yellow wasteland lay dim and milky in the moonlight as the Big Friendly Giant went galloping across it. Sophie, still wearing only her nightie, was reclining comfortably in a crevice of the BFGs right ear. She was actually in the outer rim of the ear, near the top, where the edge of the ear folds over, and this foldingover bit made a sort of roof for her and gave her wonderful protection against the rushing wind. What is more, she was lying on skin that was soft and warm and almost velvety. Nobody, she told herself, had ever travelled in greater comfort.