Horrid Henry Shows Who's Boss
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Following in the footsteps of previous gift books (HH'S DREADFUL DEEDS, HH'S HOUSE OF HORRORS, HH RULES THE WORLD, HH'S EVIL ENEMIES, HH'S WICKED WAYS, HH'S BIG BAD BOOK), let Henry lead you through his year in this compilation of favourite Horrid Henry stories.
character for five- to eight-year-olds.” —Liverpool Echo “Francesca Simon’s truly horrific little boy is a monstrously enjoyable creation. Parents love them because Henry makes their own little darlings seem like angels.” —Guardian Children’s Books Supplement “I have tried out the Horrid Henry books with groups of children as a parent, as a babysitter, and as a teacher. Children love to either hear them read aloud or to read them themselves.” —Danielle Hall, Teacher “A flicker of recognition
do. When he put a spider on her arm, Margaret laughed. When he pulled her hair, Margaret pulled his harder. When Henry screamed, Margaret would scream louder. Or she would sing. Or pretend not to hear. Sometimes Margaret was fun. But most of the time she was a moody old grouch. “I won’t play if I can’t be Hook,” said Horrid Henry. Margaret thought for a moment. “We can both be Captain Hook,” she said. “But we only have one hook,” said Henry. “Which I haven’t played with yet,” said Peter.
going to be—” said Peter, and threw up all over Dad. “Oh no,” said Mom. “Never mind,” said Dad. “I just know this will be our best vacation ever.” * * * Finally, the boat arrived. After driving and driving and driving they reached the campsite. It was even better than Henry’s dreams.The tents were as big as houses. Henry heard the happy sound of TVs blaring, music playing, and children splashing and shrieking.The sun shone.The sky was blue. “Wow, this looks great,” said Henry. But the car
little brat,” snapped Pimply Paul. Horrid Henry glared at him. “I won’t,” said Henry. “And that’s final.” “Henry, stop being horrid,” said Mom. She looked extremely silly in a big floppy hat dripping with flowers. Suddenly Henry grabbed at the lace ruffles around his throat. “I’m choking,” he gasped. “I can’t breathe.” Then Henry fell to the floor and rolled around. “Uggggghhhhhhh,” moaned Henry. “I’m dying.” “Get up this minute, Henry!” said Dad. “Eeek, there’s dirt on the floor!”
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