The BFG isn't any normal bone-crunching massive. He is a ways too first-class and jumbly. It's fortunate for Sophie that he's. Had she been carried off inside the middle of the night with the aid of the Bloodbottler, or any of the opposite giants—in preference to the BFG—she could have soon become breakfast. When Sophie hears that the giants are flush-bunking off to England to swollomp a few pleasant little chiddlers, she makes a decision she need to forestall them once and for all. And the BFG is going to help her!