08 Snozzcumbers

Snozzcumbers 'But if you don't eat people like all the others,' Sophie said, 'then what do you live on?' 'That is a squelching tricky problem around here,' the BFG answered. 'In this sloshflunking Giant Country, happy eats like pineapples and pigwinkles is simply not growing. Nothing is growing except for one extremely icky-poo vegetable. It is called the snozzcumber.' 'The snozzcumber!' cried Sophie. 'There's no such thing.' The BFG looked at Sophie and smiled, showing about twenty of his square white teeth. 'Yesterday' he said, 'we was not believing in giants, was we? Today we is not believing in snozzcumbers. Just because we happen not to have actually seen something with our own two little winkles, we think it is not existing. What about for instance the great squizzly scotchhopper?' 'I beg your pardon?' Sophie said.

'And the humplecrimp?' 'What's that?' Sophie said. 'And the wraprascal?' 'The what?' Sophie said. 'And the crumpscoddle?' 'Are they animals?' Sophie asked. 'They is common animals,' said the BFG contemptuously. 'I is not a very know-all giant myself, but it seems to me that you is an absolutely know-nothing human bean. Your brain is full of rotten-wool.' 'You mean cotton-wool,' Sophie said. 'What I mean and what I say is two different things,' the BFG announced rather grandly. 'I will now show you a snozzcumber.' The BFG flung open a massive cupboard and took out the weirdest-looking thing Sophie had ever seen. It was about half as long again as an ordinary man but was much thicker. It was as thick around its girth as a perambulator. It was black with white stripes along its length. And it was covered all over with coarse knobbles.

'Here is the repulsant snozzcumber!' cried the BFG, waving it about. 'I squoggle it! I mispise it! I dispunge it! But because I is refusing to gobble up human beans like the other giants, I must spend my life guzzling up icky-poo snozzcumbers instead. If I don't, I will be nothing but skin and groans.' 'You mean skin and bons,' Sophie said. 'I know it is bones,' the BFG said. 'But please understand that I cannot be helping it if I sometimes is saying things a little squiggly. I is trying my very best all the time.' The Big Friendly

Giant looked suddenly so forlorn that Sophie got quite upset. 'I'm sorry' she said. 'I didn't mean to be rude.' 'There never was any schools to teach me talking in Giant Country,' the BFG said sadly. 'But couldn't your mother have taught you?' Sophie asked. 'My mother!' cried the BFG. 'Giants don't have mothers! Surely you is knowing that.' 'I did not know that,' Sophie said. 'Whoever heard of a woman giant!' shouted the BFG, waving the snozzcumber around his head like a lasso. 'There never was a woman giant! And there never will be one. Giants is always men!' Sophie felt herself getting a little muddled. 'In that case,' she said, 'how were you born?' 'Giants isn't born,' the BFG answered. 'Giants appears and that's all there is to it. They simply appears, the same way as the sun and the stars.' 'And when did you appear?' Sophie asked. 'Now how on earth could I be knowing a thing like that?' said the BFG. 'It was so long ago I couldn't count.'

'You mean you don't even know how old you are?' 'No giant is knowing that,' the BFG said. 'All I is knowing about myself is that I is very old, very very old and crumply Perhaps as old as the earth.' 'What happens when a giant dies?' Sophie asked. 'Giants is never dying,' the BFG answered. 'Sometimes and quite suddenly, a giant is disappearing and nobody is ever knowing where he goes to. But mostly us giants is simply going on and on like whiffsy time-twiddlers.' The BFG was still holding the awesome snozzcumber in his right hand, and now he put one end into his mouth and bit off a huge hunk of it. He started crunching it up and the noise he made was like the crunching of lumps of ice. 'It's filthing!' he spluttered, speaking with his mouth full and spraying large pieces of snozzcumber like bullets in Sophie's direction. Sophie hopped around on the table-top, ducking out of the way. 'It's disgusterous!' the BFG gurgled. 'It's sickable! It's rotsome! It's maggotwise! Try it

yourself, this foulsome snozzcumber!' 'No, thank you,' Sophie said, backing away. 'It's all you're going to be guzzling around here from now on so you might as well get used to it,' said the BFG. 'Go on, you snipsy little winkle, have a go!' Sophie took a small nibble. 'Uggggggggh!' she spluttered. 'Oh no! Oh gosh! Oh help!' She spat it out quickly. 'It tastes of frogskins!' she gasped. 'And rotten fish!' 'Worse than that!' cried the BFG, roaring with laughter. 'To me it is tasting of clockcoaches and slime-wanglers!'