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Oh, but the bean is a vegetable, Sophie said. Not the human bean, the Giant said. The human bean has two legs and a vegetable has no legs at all. Sophie didnt argue any more. The last thing she wanted to do was to make the Giant cross. The human bean, the Giant went on, is coming in dillions of different flavours. For instance, human beans from Wales is tasting very whooshey of fish. There is something very fishy about Wales. You means whales, Sophie said. Wales is something quite different. Wales is whales, the Giant said. Dont gobblefunk around with words. I will now give you another example. Human beans from Jersey has a most disgustable woolly tickle on the tongue, the Giant said. Human beans from Jersey is tasting of cardigans. You mean jerseys, Sophie said. You are once again gobblefunking the Giant shouted. Dont do it This is a serious and snitching subject. May I continue Please do, Sophie said. Danes from Denmark is tasting ever so much of dogs, the Giant went on. Of course, Sophie said. They taste of great danes. Wrong cried the Giant, slapping his thigh. Danes from Denmark is tasting doggy because they is tasting of labradors Then what do the people of Labrador taste of Sophie asked. Danes, the Giant cried, triumphantly. Great danes Arent you getting a bit mixed up Sophie said. I is a very mixedup Giant, the Giant said. But I does do my best. And I is not nearly as mixed up as the other giants. I know one who gallops all the way to Wellington for his supper. Wellington Sophie said. Where is Wellington Your head is full of squashed flies, the Giant said. Wellington is in New Zealand. The human beans in Wellington has an especially scrumdiddlyumptious taste, so says the Wellyeating Giant. What do the people of Wellington taste of Sophie asked. Boots, the Giant said. Of course, Sophie said. I should have known. Sophie decided that this conversation had now gone on long enough. If she was going to be eaten, shed rather get it over and done with right away than be kept hanging around any more. What sort of human beings do you eat she asked, trembling. Me shouted the Giant, his mighty voice making the glass jars rattle on their shelves. Me gobbling up human beans This I never The others, yes All the others is gobbling them up every night, but not me I is a freaky Giant I is a nice and jumbly Giant I is the only nice and jumbly Giant in Giant Country I is THE BIG FRIENDLY GIANT I is the BFG. What is your name My name is Sophie, Sophie said, hardly daring to believe the good news she had just heard. The Giants But if you are so nice and friendly, Sophie said, then why did you snatch me from my bed and run away with me Because you SAW me, the Big Friendly Giant answered. If anyone is ever SEEING a giant, he or she must be taken away hipswitch. Why asked Sophie. Well, first of all, said the BFG, human beans is not really believing in giants, is they Human beans is not thinking we exist. I do, Sophie said. Ah, but that is only because you has SEEN me cried the BFG. I cannot possibly allow anyone, even little s, to be SEEING me and staying at home. The first thing you would be doing, you would be scuddling around yodelling the news that you were actually SEEING a giant, and then a great gianthunt, a mighty giant looksee, would be starting up all over the world, with the human beans all rummaging for the great giant you saw and getting wildly excited. People would be coming rushing and bushing after me with goodness knows what and they would be catching me and locking me into a cage to be stared at. They would be putting me into the zoo or the bunkumhouse with all those squiggling hippodumplings and crockadowndillies. Sophie knew that what the Giant said was true. If any person reported actually having seen a giant haunting the streets of a town at night, there would most certainly be a terrific hullabaloo across the world. I will bet you, the BFG went on, that you would have been splashing the news all over the wonky world, wouldnt you, if I hadnt wiggled you away I suppose I would, Sophie said. And that would never do, said the BFG. So what will happen to me now Sophie asked. If you do go back, you will be telling the world, said the BFG, most likely on the tellytelly bunkum box and the radio squeaker. So you will just have to be staying here with me for the rest of your life. Oh no cried Sophie.



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Oh yes said the BFG. But I am warning you not ever to go whiffling about out of this cave without I is with you or you will be coming to an uckymucky end I is showing you now who is going to eat you up if they is ever catching even one tiny little glimp of you. The Big Friendly Giant picked Sophie off the table and carried her to the cave entrance. He rolled the huge stone to one side and said, Peep out over there, little , and tell me what you is seeing. Sophie, sitting on the BFGs hand, peeped out of the cave. The sun was up now and shining fieryhot over the great yellow wasteland with its blue rocks and dead trees. Is you seeing them the BFG asked. Sophie, squinting through the glare of the sun, saw several tremendous tall figures moving among the rocks about five hundred yards away. Three or four others were sitting quite motionless on the rocks themselves. This is Giant Country, the BFG said. Those is all giants, every one. It was a brainboggling sight. The giants were all naked except for a sort of short skirt around their waists, and their skins were burnt brown by the sun. But it was the sheer size of each one of them that boggled Sophies brain most of all. They were simply colossal, far taller and wider than the Big Friendly Giant upon whose hand she was now sitting. And oh how ugly they were Many of them had large bellies. All of them had long arms and big feet. They were too far away for their faces to be seen clearly, and perhaps that was a good thing.