Mr. and Mrs. Twit are the smelliest, nastiest, ugliest people in the world. They hate everything - except playing mean jokes on each other, catching innocent birds to put in their Bird Pies, and making their caged monkeys, the Muggle-Wumps, stand on their heads all day. But the Muggle-Wumps have had enough. They dont just want out, they want revenge
Evidently not even Roald Dahl could resist the acronym craze of the early eighties. BFG? Bellowing ferret-faced golfer? Backstabbing fairy godmother? Oh, oh ... Big Friendly Giant! This BFG doesn't seem all that F at first as he creeps down a London street, snatches little Sophie out of her bed, and bounds away with her to giant land. And he's not really all that B when compared with his evil, …
I suppose I might call you Dear Mr. Girl-Hater. Only that’s sort of insulting to me. Or Dear Mr. Rich-Man , but that’s insulting to you. But at least you will stay tall all your life! So I’ve decided to call you Dear Daddy Long-Legs. I hope you won’t mind.