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 think you’d better stay home from school today.” “But I don’t want to miss school,” said Peter. “Go back to bed,” said Mom. “But I want to go to school,” wailed Peter. “I’m sure I’ll be—” Peter’s pale, sweaty face turned green. He dashed up the stairs to the bathroom. Mom ran after him. Blecccccccchhhh. The horrible sound of vomiting filled the house. Horrid Henry stopped eating his toast. Peter, stay at home? Peter, miss school? Peter, lying around watching TV while he, Henry, had to suffer a long hard day with Miss Battle-Axe? No way! He was sick, too. Hadn’t he coughed twice this morning? And he had definitely sneezed last night.
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