The BFG is no common bone-crunching giant. He is dreadfully decent and jumbly. It's fortunate for Sophie that he is. Had she been carted away in the center of the night by the Bloodbottler, or any of different giant - instead of the BFG- - she would have before long become breakfast. At the point when Sophie hears that the monsters are flush-bunking off to England to swollomp a couple of decent chiddlers, she concludes she should stop them unequivocally. What's more, the BFG will support her!
