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 assemblies so boring? If he were principal, assemblies would be about the best TV shows, competitions for gruesome grub recipes, and speed-eating contests. Yack. Yack. Yack. Yack. Yack. Zoom…Zoom…Squawk! Horrid Henry’s hawk swooped and scooped up Mrs. Oddbod in his fearsome beak. Chomp. Chomp. Ch—Wait a minute. What was she saying? “School elections will be held next week,” said Mrs. Oddbod. “For the first time ever you’ll be electing a School Council President. Now I want everyone to think of someone they believe would make an outstanding president.
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