The BFG isn't your average bone-crunching colossus. He's far too pleasant and jumbled. Sophie is fortunate that he is. She would have been breakfast if the Blood bottler or any of the other giants had taken her away in the middle of the night instead of the BFG. Sophie determines to halt the giants once and for all when she learns that they are flush-bunking off to England to swallow a few charming wee chiddlers. And the Big Friendly Giant is going to assist her!