Narrative
We
are told about fantasy worlds in stories, poems, and myths. These are often
narrative stories with beginning (orientation), middle (compilation) and ending
(resolution).
The
following text is the example of narrative text.
Sophie and the giants
When
Sophie is kidnapped from home by the BFG ( Big Friendly Giant), the become
close friends. Unfortunately for Sophie and the BFG, the other giants are
revolting and disgusting. They even guzzle and swallomp nice little childdlers.
Sophie
crouched still as a mouse inside the BFG’s pocket. She hardly dared breath. She
was terrified she might sneeze. The sightest sound or movement would give her
away. Through the tiny peep-hole she watched the giants clustering around the
poor BFG. How revolving they were! All of them had piggy little eyes and
enormous mouths with big sausage lips. When the Fleshlumpeater was speaking,
she got a glimpse of his tongue. It was jet black, like a slab of black steak.
Every one of them was more than twice as tall as the BFG.
Suddenly,
the Fleshlumpeater shot out two enormous hands and grabbed the BFG around the
waist. He tossed him high in the and shouted, ‘Cath him, Manhugger!’
The
Manhugger cought him. The other giants spread out quickly in a large circle,
each giant about twenty yards from his neighbour, preparing the game they were
going to play. Now the Manhungger threw the BFG high and far, shouting ‘Catch
him, Bonecruncher!’
The
Bonecruncher ran forward and caught the tumbling BFG and immediately swung him
up again. ‘Catch him, Childchewer!’ he shouted.
And
so it went on. The giant were playing ball with the BFG, vying with each other
to see who could throw him the highest. Sophie dug her nails into the sides of
the pocket, trying to prevent herself from tumbling out when she was upside
down. She felt as though she were in a barrel going over the Niagara Falls. And
all the time there was the fearful danger that one of the giants would fails to
catch the BFG and he would go crashing to the ground.
‘Catch
him, Meatdripper!’…
‘Catch
him, Gizzardgulper!...
‘Catch
him, Maidmasher!’…
‘Catch
him, Bloodbotlter!’...
‘Catch
him!... Catch him!... Catch him!...
In
the end, they got bored with this game. They dumped the poor BFG on the ground.
He was dazed and shattered. They gave him a few kicks and shouted, ‘Run you
little runt! Let us be seeing how fast you is galloping!’ The BFG ran. What
else could he do? The giants picked up rock and hurled them after him. He
managed to dodge them. ‘Ruddy little runt!’ they shouted. ‘Troggy little twit!
Shrivelly shrimp! Mucky little midget! Squaggy little squib! Grobby little
grub!’
At
last the BFG got clear of them all and in another couple of minutes the pack of
giant was out of sight over the horizon. Sophie popped her head up from the
pocket. “I didn’t like that’, she said.
‘Phew!’
said the BFG. ‘Phew and far between! They was in a nasty crotching mood today,
was they not! I is sorry you was having such a whirlgig time.’
‘No
worse than you.’ Sophie said.
‘Would
they ever really hurt you?
I
isn’t ever trusting them.’the BFG said.
How
do they actually catch the humans they eat?’ Sophie asked.
‘They
do they actually catch the humans they eat? ‘Sophie asked.
They
is usually just sticking an arm in through the bedroom window and snitching
them from their beds, ‘ the BFG said.
‘Like
you did to me.’
‘Ah,
but I isn’t eating you, ‘ the BFG said.
How
else do they catch them?’ Sophie asked.
‘Sometimes,’
the BFG said, they is swimmeling in from the sea like fishes with only their
heads showing above the water and then out comes a big hairy hand and grabbles
someone off the beach.’
‘Children
as well?
Often
chiddlers,’ the BFG said. ‘Little chiddlers who is building sandcastles on the
beach. That is who the swimmeling ones are after. Little chiddlers is not so
tough to eat as old grandmamma, so says the Childchewing Giant.’
As
they talked, the BFG was galloping fast over the land. Sophie was standing
right up in his waistcoat pocket now and holding on to the edge with both
hands. Her head and shoulders were in the open and the wind was blowing in her
hair.
‘How
else do you catch people?’ she asked.
‘All
of them is having their own special ways of catching the human bean,’ the BFG
said. The Meatdripping Giant is preferring to pretend he is a big tree growing
in the park. He is standing in the park in the dusky evening and he is holding
great big branches over his head, and there he is waiting until some happy
families is coming to have a picnic under the spreading tree, the end it is the
Meatdripper who is having the picnic.’
‘It’s
so awful! ‘ Sophie cried.
From
the BFG by Roald Dahl
Exploring
the text:
- As the story begins, where is Sophie and what is she doing?
- Why was the giants physically revolting?
- Who are the main characters in this narrative?
- Why was it dangerous for Sophie when the BFG was being thrown into the air?
- What evidence can you find to show that the BFG is smaller than the other giants?
- What is unusual about the language of the BFG and other giants?
- How do the giants usually catch the human they eat?
- Why do the giants like to catch little children?