Well, First Of All," Said The Bfg,

A Writer Of Fiction Lives In Fear. Each New Day Demands New Ideas And He Can Never Be Sure Whether He Is Going To Come Up With Them Or Not.

Titchy Little Snapperwhippers Like You Should Not Be Higgling Around With An Old Sage And Onions Who Is Hundreds Of Years More Than You.

The Secret Of Life', He Said, 'is To Become Very Very Good At Somethin' That's Very Very 'ard To Do.

I Therefore Invite You All," Mr Fox Went On, 'to Stay Here With Me For Ever.' For Ever!' They Cried. 'my Goodness! How Marvellous!' And Rabbit Said To Mrs Rabbit, 'my Dear, Just Think! We're Never Going To Be Shot Again In Our Lives!' We Will Make,' Said Mr Fox, 'a Little Underground Village, With Streets And Houses On Each Side - Seperate Houses For Badgers And Moles And Rabbits And Weasels And Foxes. And Every Day I Will Go Shopping For You All. And Every Day We Will Eat Like Kings.' The Cheering That Followed This Speech Went On For Many Minutes.

He Turned And Reached Behind Him For The Chocolate Bar, Then He Turned Back Again And Handed It To Charlie. Charlie Grabbed It And Quickly Tore Off The Wrapper And Took An Enormous Bite. Then He Took Another…and Another…and Oh, The Joy Of Being Able To Cram Large Pieces Of Something Sweet And Solid Into One's Mouth! The Sheer Blissful Joy Of Being Able To Fill One's Mouth With Rich Solid Food! 'you Look Like You Wanted That One, Sonny,' The Shopkeeper Said Pleasantly. Charlie Nodded, His Mouth Bulging With Chocolate.