We finally reached England, and we saw that the earth-diggers and mechanical contrivances all over the country have dug a deep colossal hole as a prison for the nine giants to live in forever.

It was twice the size of a football field and five hundred feet deep. The walls were perpendicular and engineers had calculated that there was no way that the giants would escape. Even if a giant were to stand on each shoulder, the top most giant would still be some fifty feet from the top of the hole.

As the BFG landed, the Queen and the Prime Minister were standing near, and many people were surrounding the pit and were amazed by the giants.

The nine giant-carrying helicopters hovered over the massive pit. The giants, one by one, were lowered to the floor. But they were still trussed up and now came the hardest part of releasing them from their bonds. Nobody wanted to go down and do this because the moment a giant was freed, he would be sure to turn on the wretched person who had freed him and eat him up.

As the usual, the BFG set Sophie, the Prince, and I down to the ground. He came up with an idea.

"I has told you before," he said. "Giants is never eating giants, so I is going down and I shall untie them myself before you can say rack jobison."

Many people, including the Prime Minister and the Queen, peered down into the pit, and the BFG was lowered on a rope. Even Sophie, the Prince, and I watched too, but I was sitting in a wheelchair, since I would not be able to walk for a few days.

In the pit, the Big Guy released the giants. They stood up and stretched their sore limbs and started to leap in a fury.

"Why is they putting us down here in this grobsluding hole?" they shouted at the BFG.

"Because you is guzzling human beans," the BFG answered. "I is always warning you not to do it and you is never taking the titchiest bit of notice."

"In that case," the Fleshlumpeater bellowed. "I think we is guzzling you instead!"

The BFG grabbed the dangling rope and was hoisted out of the pit just in time. The great bulging sack he had brought back from Giant Country lay at the top of the pit.

"BFG," the Prime Minister asked. "What is in that sack of yours?"

The BFG put an arm into the sack and pulled out a gigantic black and white object the size of a man.

"Snozzcumbers!" he cried. "This is the replusant snozzcumber, Majester and Prime Minister! And that is all we is going to give these disgustive giants from now on!"

"May I taste it?" the Queen asked.

"It looks interesting," the Prime Minister asked.

"Oh no, Your Majesty, and Prime Minister," I said. "I would not taste it if I were you."

"Don't, Majester, don't! Don't Minister!" the BFG cried. "It is tasting of trogfilth and pigsquibble!" With that he tossed the snozzcumber down to the giants below. "There's your supper!" he shouted. "Have a munch on that!" He fished out more snozzcumbers from the sack and threw them down. The giants below howled and cursed. The BFG laughed. "It serves them right left and centre!" he said.

"Exactly!" I said as I laughed. "I agree that it totally serves them right!"

"What will we feed them on when the snozzcumbers are all used up?" the Queen asked him.

"We don't want anymore people to get eaten by the giants if we ran out of those disgusting vegetables," the Prime Minister said.

"They is never being used up, Majester," the BFG answered, smiling. "I is also bringing in this sack a whole bungle of snozzcumber palnts which I is giving, with your permission, to the royal gardener to put in the soil. Then we is having an everlasting supply of this replusant food to feed these thirstbloody giants on."

"What a clever fellow you are," the Queen said. "You are not very well educated but you are really nobody's fool."

"I never thought I could be so happy!" Sophie said.

"I never knew everything would work out!" I said. Sophie and I hugged each other happily and laughed with joy.

"Your Majesty," the Prince said. "Prime Minister, I have to do something."

"Of course," the Prime Minister said.

The Prince removed his army hat and his blond hair flew in the wind. The crowd gasped, so did the Prime Minister, and the Army.

"It's the Prince," a soldier said.

"Your Highness," the Head of the Air Force said. "You came with us to Giant Country?"

"You could have been hurt or killed!" the Sergeant said.

"You snuck out from your Palace?" the Head of the Army said. "And disobeyed your Family!"

"I know," the Prince said. "But Grandmother was concerned for my safety and she gave me the permission to go. I came because I wanted to prove to my family and everyone in England, that I, the Young Prince, can do something big and show that I am destined for greater things, far greater. I have now proved to my family that I have done a really big destiny and I hope to make them proud of me!"

The Queen walked up to her grandson, and kissed his cheek.

"I am very proud of you my Grandson," the Queen said. "I knew you would be safe. You made us all proud."

"I have to be honest," the Head of the Army said. "You did take a terrible risk coming with us your Highness, we may not show but we are grateful."

"Thank you," he said.

I slowly came over in the wheelchair and the Prince picked me up by the waist and spun my around in the air. He set me down and we hugged. This is the happiest day of my life!

"Now that the giants are taken care of," the Prince said. "Let's get back your Orphanage."

"I should come with you," I said.

"No, no, no, Joanna," the Queen said. "Let my grandson and the authorities deal with your stepmother and stepsister, you are injured greatly. Get some rest, and let your sprain heal."

I sighed, knowing the Queen was right. My ankle was sprained and I was covered in cuts and bruises.

"All right," I said. "Please be careful Your Highness, tell the girls that me and Sophie are alive and well."

"Don't worry," he said. "The girls will stay at the Palace as long as they like. I'll tell them you are well."

"Thank you," I said. "I wish you the best of luck."

Here is the next chapter, the Giants are finally imprisoned for eating the humans, and from now on, they will be eating snozzcumbers for the rest of their lives.

The Prince (Prince Harry) exposed his true identity to the Army and the people of England and made his family proud! The next mission for him is to arrest Mrs. Clonkers and take back Joanna's orphanage and free the orphans!

Will he be able to defeat Mrs. Clonkers and Prunella and punish them?

To be continued...