The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom

We Is In Dream Country,' The Bfg Said. 'this Is Where All Dreams Is Beginning.

Prayers Were Held In Assembly Hall. We All Perched In Rows On Wooden Benches While Teachers Sat Up On The Platform In Armchairs, Facing Us.

The Little Pig Began To Pray But Wolfie Blew His House Away. He Shouted, "bacon, Pork, And Ham! Oh What A Lucky Wolf I Am!" And Though He Ate The Pig Quite Fast, He Carefully Kept The Tail Till Last.

The Matter With Human Beans," The Bfg Went On, "is That They Is Absolutely Refusing To Believe In Anything Unless They Is Actually Seeing It Right In Front Of Their Own Schnozzles.

I Regard Each Sentence As A Little Wheel... Now And Again I Try To Put A Really Big One Next To A Very Small One In Such A Way That The Big One, Turning Slowly, Will Make The Small One Spin So Fast That It Hums. Very Tricky, That.