In this collection of four stories Horrid Henry behaves as appalingly as ever. The stories are equally appealing to boys and girls over a wide age group.
Warning: Too rude for parents and for slimy toad little brothers These are Horrid Henry's very own jokes: the jokes that grossed out Mom and Dad... that made Aunt Ruby run home... that sent Miss Battle-Axe screaming from class. Be horrid Read Henry's jokes. Then tell them to the world
This book I would recommend as a independent book for children at the ages 8-10 for guided reading or quiet reading sessions. Also it could also been used to read out loud to a group of 6-8 years during a class. This will be a good way to ask the children to use their imagination to guess what wi...
This is a collection of four Horrid Henry tales - Horrid Henry and the abominable snowman, Horrid Henry's rainy day, Moody Margaret's makeover, and Horrid Henry's author visit.
shrieked Moody Margaret, “or you’ll go straight to the principal.” “I am paying attention,” said Sour Susan. “This is boring,” said Horrid Henry. “I want to play pirates.” “Silence,” said Moody Margaret, whacking her ruler on...
Baa! Baa!” Perfect Peter baaed happily at his sheep collection. There they were, his ten lovely little sheepies, all beautifully lined up from biggest to smallest, heads facing forward, fluffy tails against the wall, all five centimeters apart from one another, all— Perfec...
Horrid Henry’s legs ached. His head ached. His bottom really ached. How much longer would he have to sit on this hard wooden floor and listen to Mrs. Oddbod twitter on about hanging up coats and no running in the corridors and walking down staircases on the right-hand side? Why were school assemb...
‘The Wolf’s father,’ gasped Alfi. ‘He was here …’ ‘I don’t understand,’ said Freya. The others stared shell-shocked where Sleipnir had been tethered. Roskva opened her mouth and then closed it. Her shoulders slumped. ‘Will someone please tell me what just happened!’ screamed Freya. She kept looki...
No one to make her go to school, clean her room, or stop her from going out. On the other hand, she was getting a little tired of eating cereal all the time and the milk being off and having to go through Clare’s pockets for cash when she was snoring off the excesses of a hard night’s partying. T...
demanded Horrid Henry, bursting into Peter’s bedroom. “Nothing,” said Perfect Peter quickly, slamming his notebook shut. “Yes you are,” said Henry. “Get out of my room,” said Peter. “You’re not allowed to come in unless I say so.” Horrid Henry leaned over Peter’s shoulder. “What are you writing?”...
shrieked Tetchy Tess, slamming down the phone. “No way!” shrieked Crabby Chris, slamming down the phone. “No way!” shrieked Angry Anna. “What do you think I am, crazy?” Even Mellow Martin said he was busy. Mom hung up the phone and groaned. It wasn’t easy finding someone to babysit more than once...
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‘He is fated to harm us so I’ve hurled him into the sea,’ announced One-Eye. ‘What sea?’ I whispered. As if I were planning a visit to the ocean depths one day. I guess I was in shock. I could feel the gods suck in their breath. I didn’t know the ru...
Cough! Sneeze! Sneeze! “Are you all right, Peter?” asked Mom. Peter coughed, choked, and spluttered. “I’m OK,” he gasped. “Are you sure?” said Dad. “You don’t look very well.” “It’s nothing,” said Perfect Peter, coughing. Mom felt Peter’s sweaty brow. “You’ve got a temperature,” said Mom. “I thin...
It was jam-packed with all his favorites: Big Boppers. Nose Pickers. Dirt Balls. Hot Snot. Gooey Chewies. Scrunchy Munchies. Yummy!!! Mmmm boy! Horrid Henry’s mouth watered as he prized off the lid. Which to have first? A Dirt Ball? Or a Gooey Chewy...
said Perfect Peter. “Thank you so much.” “Not handkerchiefs again,” moaned Horrid Henry, throwing the hankies aside and ripping the paper off the next present in his pile. “Don’t tear the wrapping paper!” squeaked Perfect Peter. Horrid Henry ripped open the present and groaned. Yuck (a pen, penci...
“No, I’m Captain Hook!” “I’m Captain Hook,” said Horrid Henry. “I’m Captain Hook,” said Moody Margaret. They glared at each other. “It’s my hook,” said Moody Margaret. Moody Margaret lived next door. She did not like Horrid Henry, and Horrid Henry did not like her. But when Rude Ralph was busy, C...