Craig was sitting down on top of the sofa in the middle of the living room. In his hands he held a book entitled BFG, which of course stood for 'Big Friendly Giant'. Despite his young age he found great joys in reading and was becoming more and more of a gifted reader.
Truthfully his mother had assigned him the duty of keeping an eye on Chell, but how was he expected to do so with a book in his possession? It was too much of a temptation.
"Well, first of all," said the BFG, "human beans is not really believing in giants, is they? Human beans is not thinking we exist."Craig cringed at such terrible grammar the BFG was using. He had never met anyone younger than three who spoke like that. Even so, he ventured forth, exploring the literature this book had in store for him.
He found himself disrupted by a loud and obnoxious gurgling from below, obviously coming from his baby sister. He promptly shushed her and went back to his book. Soon enough he found himself so bothered by her constant chatter that he gave into her and tossed the book away. Looking back angrily at her, he noticed that she was patting the cushion he sat on.
"Fine, I'll let you come up." Craig said. With a great deal of effort, he plucked her up off the floor and onto the couch. Before he could get back to reading, Chell crawled into his lap. He huffed for a moment and then had a thought.
"Hey Michelle, do you want me to read to you?" he asked. Chell responded with a gleeful smile, which he was willing to take as a yes. But then he thought that perhaps she would be too young to understand the book's meaning. "Okay, hold on a minute." he instructed, pushing her away. He hurried off into his bedroom and looked around for something more suited to her tastes.
But what exactly were her tastes? He pondered this for a moment until he came up with an idea. He supposed Wheatley had about the mental capacity of a baby. So he may as well pick one out that he liked to hear.
"Okay, I found one that I think you'll like." Craig told her. Resuming their earlier position of him sitting in the corner of the couch while she sat nestled in her lap, the boy flipped open to the first page of the book.
"Once there was a hungry, hungry, caterpillar...".