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— Perfect Peter gasped. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. But what? What? Peter scanned the mantelpiece. Then he saw… Nooooo! Fluff Puff, his favorite sheep, the one with the pink and yellow nose, was facing the wrong way around. His nose was shoved against the wall. His tail was facing forward. And he was…he was…crooked! This could only mean…this could only mean… “Mom!” screamed Peter. “Mom! Henry was in my room again!” “Henry!” shouted Mom. “Keep out of Peter’s room.” “I’m not in Peter’s room,” yelled Horrid Henry. “I’m in mine.” “But he was,”
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