The BFG’s Dreams
In this whoppsy dream I is going outside my garden which had been decorated with superior christmas lites and I is shooting nerf guns in the air at christmas night. When Santa is dropping massive christmas presents into our garden like it is reining from the brite turquoise sky. I is so delited because I is get more speshal nerf guns. My head was going to crack like a jar.
In writing we have been reading a book from Roald Dahl called BFG.
Here is my writing and jar using the BFG's language.