The BFG reached towards the window with his long strong arms. He very carefully and quietly pushed against the window. Nothing happened! The window was jammed.
He shoved the window with all his might and it slipped open. “Whew,” said the BFG in a relieved voice. |
He pulled out his long trumpet with his hairy arms that were Harry as a gorilla.Out of his pocket his trumpet is so Gray it was shining in the Night. |
The BFG Grabbed da jar, turned and twisted the lid slightly!The Dream Was racing Around da jar. The Dream was As Light as a feather the dream was soft as a cloud. |
Tipped the dream into his gray trumpet. |
He Blew the dream in the Queen Room. |