Only three? I need three words just to describe my little finger! It's mischievous, nimble and useful. See? But if I have to pick only three, I'm going for clever, fearless and funny!
I never leave the house without my peashooter and some ammo. And I also have a lucky bit of bubble gum.
I can remember my dad leaving me in my pram while he nipped into a shop. I slipped the brakes off, then sped downhill at about 50 miles an hour, all the way to the Town Hall! My dad chased after me the whole way, you should have seen his face!
I want to be me, forever!
I once came second to Cuthbert in a face-pulling competition, and I thought I would never be able to show my face in public again.
Turns out Wilfrid was standing on his toe, so I don't feel so bad about it now.
Who cares? I'm a Minx!
I'd hate to lose my voice. Does that count?
I would trust Michael, Martin, Mark, Morris, and Max - they're my big brothers!
We have a cat who lives with us, but I'm not even sure if he counts as a pet. He's called Chester. He does his own thing, mostly.
At Christmas, I like minx pies, ha ha!
The rest of the year, it's fish and chips.
I draw my own comics and they make me laugh. I'll show you them one day.
Rey from Star Wars. She's epic!
I would draw comics till I fell asleep.
My greatest strength is that I don't let other people stop me doing the things I want.
Sometimes I don't listen to other people very much, even when they might be right. Which is hardly ever, but it has happened once or twice.
Football, making comics and standing up for myself.
Homework, resisting temptation and doing what I'm told. I like to make my own decisions.
I'd like to save the world... from boredom!
I like cereal. Toast takes too long to make.