Horrid Henry and the Football Fiend [antikvár]

HORf^iP HENRy PEEK'S kr PETEi^'S t{kiy 'What are you doing?' 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?' 'None of your business,' said Peter. He