Written by Andy Hayes, illustrated by Millie Hayes
Inspired by Fantastic Mr Fox
Mrs Fox used to call me Fantastic Mr Fox. I was a magnificent creature: from my sharp, white teeth to my neckerchief, but please – don’t mention my tail.
I had outfoxed the farmers, Boggis, Bunce and Bean. We thrived under ground as they shivered above us. We were happy, but good things never last. Mr Badger called me a show-off. We fought, I won, but hurt the poor chap in the process. The others started looking at me with fear in their eyes. They scuttled away whenever I came around. So I felt it was time to move on.
Written by Amna Boheim, illustrated by Lara Boheim & Alexander Kivinen Inspired by The BFG
“I’ve given it a twist,” the BFG whispered to Sophie.
“You did what!?” Sophie whispered back.
The Queen peered at the Frobscottle bottle. “One is 90 only once.” She then drained the whole bottle. “One would love to have another.”
“I really don’t think you should,” said Sophie.
About to argue, the Queen let out a thunderous whizzpopper. The walls of Buckingham Palace shook as Her Majesty shot up to the ceiling, spun around the ballroom, royal bloomers on show, before landing spread-eagled by Sophie and the BFG’s feet.
The Queen beamed at them. “The most scrumpilicious birthday present ever!”
Bubble-blowing day and night,
Secretly. Out of mum’s sight!
Swapping gum for organic-goo,
(apparently it’s good for you!)
Jaws expanding, it’s absurd:
Grown-ups banning chewing-gum.
(What’s mum know? Her waistline’s done!
Teeth jet-black, face indigo-blue,
clearly greens just make you poo…)
Chewing-gum-meals, that’s the way
For children to get five a day!
My long, thin dad bans TV
My mum yells: “Gum’s not for tea.”
Her downward-dog whilst blitzing fruits
His endless walks in hiking-boots.
All I want’s chewing-gum
Can’t they see their life’s NOT FUN.
Childhood’s just so hard
when you’re Scarlett Teavee-Beauregarde.