(Jack)
The BFG shuddered, “Ok, that is something that needs me waking.” Sophie shouted “What should we do? I don’t think those giants could be dumb enough to be captured by them again.” The BFG covered his ears and whispered, “Not so loud please, I still need them to catch dreams, you know.” Suddenly, Sophie had a brilliant idea. The giants would be most likely return to giant country, right? Do you know where each of the giants sleep?” “Off course,” the BFG answered, the Boncruncher sleeps beside a hill, ButcherBoy Sleeps und…” “Stop talking and listen to my plan!” Cried Sophie, fast running out of patience. “Can we go and tell them to eat the bad dreams that you have caught, but hide me safely away, or I’ll be eaten alive. “OK, I’ll try to find those bottles, I’ve exploded most of them, though.”
While The BFG is trying to find the bottles which contain the bad dreams, Sophie sprinted like a cheetah back to her cottage and got some clothes as she was in her pyjamas with teddies that look as fuzzy as peaches when she woke the BFG. After putting on some decent clothing plus a gigantic coat that goes up to her knee and making sure the BFG has got his bottle with blood red dreams that’s banging the glass sides (all dreams wants to be free or in someone you know), she said “Let’s head for Giant Country!” and they started the long journey to where all the other nine children-eating giants are going.