By now Sophie was beginning to feel not only extremely hungry, but very thirsty as well. Had
she been at home she would have finished her breakfast long ago.
‘Are you sure there’s nothing else to eat around here except those disgusting smelly
snozzcumbers?’ she asked.
‘Not even a fizzwinkel,’ answered the Big Friendly Giant.
‘In that case, may I please have a little water?’ she said.
‘Water?’ said the BFG, frowning mightily1. ‘What is water?’
‘We drink it,’ Sophie said. ‘What do you drink?’
‘Frobscottle,’ announced the BFG. ‘All giants is drinking frobscottle.’
‘Is it as nasty as your snozzcumbers?’ Sophie asked.
‘Nasty!’ cried the BFG. ‘Never is it nasty! Frobscottle is sweet and jumbly!’ He got up from his
chair and went to a second huge cupboard. He opened it and took out a glass bottle that must have
been six feet tall. The liquid inside it was pale green, and the bottle was half full.
‘Here is frobscottle!’ he cried, holding the bottle up proud and high, as though it contained some
rare wine. ‘Delumptious fizzy frobscottle!’ he shouted. He gave it a shake and the green stuff began
to fizz like mad.
‘But look! It’s fizzing the wrong way!’ Sophie cried. And indeed it was. The bubbles, instead of
travelling upwards2 and bursting on the surface, were shooting downwards3 and bursting at the bottom.
A pale green frothy fizz was forming at the bottom of the bottle.
‘What on earth is you meaning the wrong way?’ asked the BFG.
‘In our fizzy drinks,’ Sophie said, ‘the bubbles always go up and burst at the top.’
‘Upwards is the wrong way!’ cried the BFG. ‘You mustn’t ever be having the bubbles going
upwards! That the most flushbunking rubbish I ever is hearing!’
‘Why do you say that?’ Sophie asked.
‘You is asking me why?’ cried the BFG, waving the enormous bottle around as though he were
conducting an orchestra. ‘You is actually meaning to tell me you cannot see why it is a scrotty
mistake to have the bubbles flying up instead of down?’
‘You said it was flushbunking. Now you say it’s scrotty. Which is it?’ Sophie asked politely.
‘Both!’ cried the BFG. ‘It is a flushbunking and a scrotty mistake to let the bubbles go upwards!
If you can’t see why, you must be as quacky as a duckhound! By ringo, your head must be so full of
frogsquinkers and buzz-wangles, I is frittered if I know how you can think at all!’
‘Why shouldn’t the bubbles go upward?’ Sophie asked.
‘I will explain,’ said the BFG. ‘But tell me first what name is you calling your frobscottle by?’
‘One is Coke,’ Sophie said. ‘Another is Pepsi. There are lots of them.’
‘And the bubbles is all going up?’
‘They all go up,’ Sophie said.
‘Catasterous!’ cried the BFG. ‘Upgoing bubbles is a catasterous disastrophe!’
‘Will you please tell me why?’ Sophie said.
‘If you will listen carefully I will try to explain,’ said the BFG. ‘But your brain is so full of
bugwhiffles, I doubt you will ever understand.’
‘I’ll do my best,’ Sophie said patiently.
‘Very well, then. When you is drinking this cokey drink of yours,’ said the BFG, ‘it is going
straight down into your tummy. Is that right? Or is it left?’
‘It’s right,’ Sophie said.
‘And the bubbles is going also into your tummy. Right or left?’
‘Right again,’ Sophie said.
‘And the bubbles is fizzing upwards?’
‘Of course,’ Sophie said.
‘Which means,’ said the BFG, ‘that they will all come swishwiffling up your throat and out of
your mouth and make a foulsome belchy burp!’
‘That is often true,’ Sophie said. ‘But what’s wrong with a little burp now and again? It’s sort of
fun.’
‘Burping is filthsome,’ the BFG said. ‘Us giants is never doing it.’
‘But with your drink,’ Sophie said, ‘what was it you called it?’
‘Frobscottle,’ said the BFG.
‘With frobscottle,’ Sophie said, ‘the bubbles in your tummy will be going downwards and that
could have a far nastier result.’
‘Why nasty?’ asked the BFG, frowning.
‘Because,’ Sophie said, blushing a little, ‘if they go down instead of up, they’ll be coming out
somewhere else with an even louder and ruder noise.’
‘A whizzpopper!’ cried the BFG, beaming at her. ‘Us giants is making whizzpoppers all the
time! Whizzpopping is a sign of happiness. It is music in our ears! You surely is not telling me that a
little whizzpopping is forbidden among human beans?’
‘It is considered extremely rude,’ Sophie said.
‘But you is whizzpopping, is you not, now and again?’ asked the BFG.
‘Everyone is whizzpopping, if that’s what you call it,’ Sophie said. ‘Kings and Queens are
whizzpopping. Presidents are whizzpopping. Glamorous4 film stars are whizzpopping. Little babies
are whizzpopping. But where I come from, it is not polite to talk about it.’
‘Redunculous!’ said the BFG. ‘If everyone is making whizzpoppers, then why not talk about it?
We is now having a swiggle of this delicious frobscottle and you will see the happy result.’ The BFG
shook the bottle vigorously. The pale green stuff fizzed and bubbled. He removed the cork5 and took a
tremendous gurgling swig.
‘It’s glummy!’ he cried. ‘I love it!’
For a few moments, the Big Friendly Giant stood quite still, and a look of absolute ecstasy6
began to spread over his long wrinkly face. Then suddenly the heavens opened and he let fly with a
series of the loudest and rudest noises Sophie had ever heard in her life. They reverberated7 around the
walls of the cave like thunder and the glass jars rattled8 on their shelves. But most astonishing of all,
the force of the explosions actually lifted the enormous giant clear off his feet, like a rocket.
‘Whoopee!’ he cried, when he came down to earth again. ‘Now that is whizzpopping for you!’
Sophie burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it.
‘Have some yourself!’ cried the BFG, tipping the neck of the enormous bottle towards her.
‘Don’t you have a cup?’ Sophie said.
‘No cups. Only bottle.’
Sophie opened her mouth, and very gently the BFG tipped the bottle forward and poured some
of the fabulous9 frobscottle down her throat.
And oh gosh, how delicious it was! It was sweet and refreshing10. It tasted of vanilla11 and cream,
with just the faintest trace of raspberries on the edge of the flavour. And the bubbles were wonderful.
Sophie could actually feel them bouncing and bursting all around her tummy. It was an amazing
sensation. It felt as though hundreds of tiny people were dancing a jig12 inside her and tickling13 her with
their toes. It was lovely.
‘It’s lovely!’ she cried.
‘Just wait,’ said the BFG, flapping his ears.
Sophie could feel the bubbles travelling lower and lower down her tummy, and then suddenly,
inevitably… the explosion came. The trumpets14 sounded and she too made the walls of the cavern15 ring
with the sound of music and thunder.
‘Bravo!’ shouted the BFG, waving the bottle. ‘You is very good for a beginner! Let’s have some
more!’
下气可乐和噼啊扑
这时候,索菲感到不仅肚子饿极了,而且非常口渴。如果是在家,她早就吃过早饭了。
“在这里,你肯定除了叫人恶心的怪味大鼻子瓜以外,什么吃的东西都没有了吗?”她问
道。
“一点儿也没有了。”好心眼儿巨人回答。
“那么,我可以求你给我一点儿水喝吗?”她说。
“水?”好心眼儿巨人的脸完全沉了下来,“水是什么?”
“我们用来喝的。”索菲说,“你们喝什么?”
“下气可乐。”好心眼儿巨人说,“所有的巨人都喝下气可乐。”
“它跟你的大鼻子瓜一样可怕吗?”索菲问道。
“可怕?”好心眼儿巨人叫起来,“它一点儿也不可怕!下气可乐又甜又美,美得说不出
来!”他从椅子上站起身子,走到第二个大食品柜前。他打开柜子,拿出一只玻璃瓶,它准有
六英尺高,里面的液体呈灰绿色,有半瓶。“这就是下气可乐!”他自豪地举起瓶子叫道,好
像里面装着名酒似的,“美味多泡的下气可乐!”他摇摇它,瓶子里的灰绿色液体开始发疯似
的起泡。
“看!它的泡泡冒得不对头!”索菲叫起来。一点儿没说错,泡泡不是往上冒,在液体表
面上爆开,却是向下冒,在瓶底爆开来。灰绿色的泡沫开始在瓶底形成。
“你说不对头是什么意思?”好心眼儿巨人问道。
“在我们冒泡泡的饮料里,”索菲说,“泡泡总是向上冒,并且是在顶上爆开的。”
“往上冒才是不对头!”好心眼儿巨人叫道,“你不能让泡泡往上冒!那是我听到过的最叫
人脸红的垃圾货!”
“你为什么这样说?”索菲问他。
“你问我为什么!”好心眼儿巨人叫道,把那只巨大的玻璃瓶挥来挥去,就像在指挥一个
乐队,“你真是告诉我,你看不出泡泡往上冒而不往下冒为什么是个绝大的错误吗?”
“你刚才说它叫人脸红,现在你又说它是绝大的错误。到底是哪个?”索菲有礼貌地问
道。
“两个都用上!”好心眼儿巨人叫道,“让泡泡往上冒既叫人脸红,又是绝大的错误!如果
你看不出为什么,那么你一定和鸭子一样只会嘎嘎叫!天哪,你的脑袋瓜里一定满是青蛙皮
和蚊子。如果我以为你还能想东西,我真是傻瓜了!”
“为什么泡泡不可以向上冒呢?”索菲问道。
“我来解释,”好心眼儿巨人说,“不过你先告诉我,你的饮料都叫什么名字。”
“一种叫‘可口可乐’,”索菲说,“还有一种叫‘百事可乐’。这种饮料多得是。”
“泡泡全都往上冒吗?”
“全都往上冒。”索菲说。
“灾难!”好心眼儿巨人大叫道,“往上冒泡泡是天大的灾难!”
“请你告诉我为什么好不好?”索菲说。
“如果你注意听,我来给你解释。”好心眼儿巨人说,“不过你那个脑袋瓜里满是甲虫,我
怀疑你是不是听得懂。”
“我尽量听懂。”索菲耐心地说。
“那好。当你们喝你们这种‘可口可乐’什么的,”好心眼儿巨人说,“它一直向下流到你的
肚子里,对吗?”
“对。”索菲说。
“那些泡泡也到你们的肚子里,对不对?”
“对。”索菲说。
“那些泡泡向上冒?”
“当然。”索菲说。
“这就是说,”好心眼儿巨人说道,“它们全都噼噼噼冒上你们的喉咙,冒出你们的嘴巴,
造成一种难听的打嗝声!”
“一点儿不错。”索菲说,“不过打个嗝又有什么不好呢?这很好玩。”
“打嗝声太难听了。”好心眼儿巨人说,“我们巨人从来不打嗝。”
“可你们的饮料,”索菲说,“你们叫它什么?”
“下气可乐。”好心眼儿巨人说。
“这种下气可乐喝下去,”索菲说,“泡泡在你们的肚子里就往下冒,那结果要糟糕得
多。”
“为什么糟糕?”好心眼儿巨人沉下了脸问道。
“因为,”索菲说,脸有点红,“如果它们不往上冒而是往下冒,它们就要在下面的什么地
方冒出来,那声音还要响还要难听。”
“为什么难听?”好心眼儿巨人大叫着,对她眉飞色舞,“我们巨人一直噼啊扑!噼啊扑是
快乐的象征。它在我们的耳朵里是音乐!你当然不会对我说,一个小小的噼啊扑在人豆子中
间是犯忌的吧?”
“这被认为是极端没有礼貌。”索菲说。
“可你们有时不是也噼啊扑的吗?”好心眼儿巨人问道。
“人人都会噼啊扑,如果你是这么叫这种做法的话。”索菲说,“国王和王后会噼啊扑。总
统会噼啊扑。漂亮的电影明星会噼啊扑。小宝宝会噼啊扑。不过在我来的地方,讲这种事是
不礼貌的。”
“胡说八道!”好心眼儿巨人说,“如果人人都会噼啊扑,那么,这件事为什么就不能讲
呢?我们现在来喝一口这种味道好极了的下气可乐吧,你就会看到快活的结果了。”好心眼儿
巨人使劲摇那瓶子,灰绿色的液体冒起泡泡来,他拔掉瓶塞,咕嘟嘟喝了一大口。
“真过瘾!”他叫道,“我爱它!”
好一会儿工夫,好心眼儿巨人站着一动不动,一种完全销魂的神情在他起皱的长脸上泛
开。接着忽然之间就如同晴天霹雳,他发出一连串索菲一辈子从未听到过的最响、最没有礼
貌的响声。它们就像雷声在四壁回转,架子上的玻璃瓶全都乒乒乓乓地震响了。但是最惊人
的是这种爆炸力让巨人像火箭般两脚完全离地升起来了。
“好啊!”等到他重新落到地面,他大叫着说,“这就是你看到的噼啊扑!”
索菲捧着肚子哈哈大笑起来。她实在忍不住了。
“你也来一点儿吧!”好心眼儿巨人把大瓶子的瓶颈向索菲斜过去,叫道。
“你有杯子吗?”索菲说。
“没有杯子,只有瓶子。”
索菲张开她的嘴,好心眼儿巨人很慢地把瓶子斜过来,倒了一点儿神奇的下气可乐到她
的嘴巴里。
噢,天哪,味道好极了!它又甜又提神,喝起来是香草奶油味道,带有一点儿淡淡的悬
钩子味。泡泡真妙!索菲的确能感到它们在她的整个肚子里蹦蹦跳跳,扑扑爆开。这是一种
奇怪的感觉,就像有几百个小人在她肚子里跳吉格舞,用他们的小脚趾搔她的痒痒。太舒服
了。
“太舒服了!”她叫道。
“等着吧。”好心眼儿巨人扇动着他的两只大耳朵说。
索菲能够感到泡泡越来越往肚子下面去,接着忽然之间,忍也忍不住……开始爆炸了。
喇叭响起来,她也让山洞的四壁响起了音乐声和打雷声。
“好!”好心眼儿巨人挥动着瓶子大叫,“你作为一个刚入门的,实在是不错!我们再来一
点儿吧!”
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