
The only Triber that is very very occasionally called by his real name, Thomas, by the dinner lady who remembers the day he wore his Thomas the Tank engine pyjamas under his school clothes.
Short (obviously) with lovely bouncy black curly hair and rosy cheeks. He would make a cute pet. What he lacks in height he makes up for with his mouth – he has a wonderful smile and is charming, when he needs to be. He avoids exercise of any sort, but likes acting. He often sides with Keener, because he’s not keen on trouble and definitely not keen on any trouble that might involve fighting. Fifty does the talking when Tribe are in a hole.
He doesn’t like the way the others tease him about his size. He could tell them how he feels but that would be a stressy thing to do. He’ll put up with it .… but just wait till he grows, Tribers!
Song – Raindrops on Roses from the Sound of Music.
Clothes – chooses everything himself – favourites at the moment are
his jeans, grey and green stripy T-shirt from Ralph Lauren and grey sweater
(really soft wool). And his furry slippers.
Food – candy floss, marshmallows, icing.
People – Probably Rose for definite.
Colour – grey and green.
Game – Twister, even though he can’t reach very far.
Animal – mole.
Car – Morris Minor Traveller (his dad used to have a black one and
it was cool).
Loves fire, sparks, fireworks, bonfires, camp fires …
Loves sweet things, the more sugar the better.
Lives singing (sings lullabies to his baby sister).
Eaten double portions of meat every day for a week to test if
protein helps.
Hung off the doorframe to make gravity stretch him.
Drank 10 glasses of milk before bed because Bee said it had growth
hormone in it to make calves grow big.
Talked to his body to encourage it (his mum’s idea).