Horrid Henry's Dance Class

Horrid Henry's Dance Class Stomp Stomp Stomp Stomp Stomp Stomp Stomp. Horrid Henry was practicing his elephant dance. Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap. Perfect Peter was practicing his raindrop dance. Peter was practicing being a raindrop for his dance class show. Henry was also supposed to be practicing being a raindrop.

But Henry did not want to be a raindrop. He did not want to be a tomato, a string bean, or a banana either. Stomp Stomp Stomp went Henry's heavy boots. Tap Tap Tap went Peter's tap shoes. “ You're doing it wrong, Henry, " said Peter. “ No I’m not, ” said Henry. “ You are too, " said Peter. “ We're supposed to be raindrops. " Stomp Stomp Stomp went Henry's boots. He was an elephant smashing his way through the jungle, trampling on everyone who stood in his way. " I can't concentrate with you stomping, ” said Peter. “ And I have to practice my solo. ” “ Who cares?” screamed Horrid Henry. “ I hate dancing, I hate dance class, and most of all, I hate you! ”

This was not entirely true. Horrid Henry loved dancing. Henry danced in his bedroom. Henry danced up and down the stairs. Henry danced on the new sofa and on the kitchen table. What Henry hated was having to dance with other children. “ Couldn't I go to karate instead?” asked Henry every Saturday.

“ No, ” said Mom. “ Too violent. ” “ Judo?” said Henry. “ N-O spells no, " said Dad. So every Saturday morning at 9: 45 a. m. , Henry and Peter's father drove them to Miss Impatience Tutu’s Dance Studio. Miss Impatience Tutu was skinny and bony. She had long stringy gray hair. Her nose was sharp. Her elbows were pointy. Her knees were knobbly.

No one had ever seen her smile. Perhaps this was because Impatience Tutu hated teaching. Impatience Tutu hated noise. Impatience Tutu hated children. But most of all Impatience Tutu hated Horrid Henry.