Horrid Henry’'s Thank You Letter

Horrid Henry’'s Thank You Letter Ahh! This was the life! A sofa, a TV, a bag of chips. Horrid Henry sighed happily. “ Henry! " shouted Mom from the kitchen. “ Are you watching TV?” Henry blocked his ears. Nothing was going to interrupt his new favorite TV show, Terminator Gladiator. “ Answer me, Henry! ” shouted Mom. “ Have you written your Christmas thank you letters?” “ NO! ” bellowed Henry. “ Why not?” screamed Mom. “ Because I haven’t, ” said Henry. “ I’m busy. ” Couldn't she leave him alone for two seconds?

Mom marched into the room and switched off the TV. “ Hey! ” said Henry. “ I'm watching Terminator Gladiator. ” “ Too bad, ” said Mom. “ I told you, no TV until you've written your thank you letters. ” “ It’s not fair! ” wailed Henry. “ I've written all my thank you letters, ” said Perfect Peter. “ Good job, Peter, ” said Mom. “ Thank goodness one of my children has good manners. " Peter smiled modestly. “ I always write mine the moment I unwrap a present. I'm a good boy, aren't I?” “ The best, ” said Mom. “ Oh, shut up, Peter, " snarled Henry. “ Mom! Henry told me to shut up! ” said Peter.

“ Stop being horrid, Henry. You will write to Aunt Ruby, Great-Aunt Greta and Grandma now. " “ Now?” moaned Henry. “ Can't I do it later?" “ When's later?” said Dad. “ Later! ” said Henry. Why wouldn't they stop nagging him about those stupid letters? Horrid Henry hated writing thank you letters. Why should he waste his precious time saying thank you for presents? Time he could be spending reading comics or watching TV. But no. He would barely unwrap a present before Mom started nagging. She even expected him to write to Great-Aunt Greta and thank her for the Baby Poopie Pants doll. Great Aunt-Greta for one did not deserve a thank you letter. This year Aunt Ruby had sent him a hideous lime-green cardigan.

Why should he thank her for that? True, Grandma had given him $15, which was great. But then Mom had to spoil it by making him write her a letter too. Henry hated writing letters for nice presents every bit as much as he hated writing them for horrible ones. “ You have to write thank you letters, " said Dad. “ But why?” said Henry. “ Because it's polite, " said Dad. “ Because people have spent time and money on you, ” said Mom.

So what? thought Horrid Henry. Grown-ups had loads of time to do whatever they wanted. No one told them, stop watching TV and write a thank you letter. Oh no. They could do it whenever they felt like it. Or not even do it at all. And adults had tons of money compared to him. Why shouldn't they spend it buying him presents? “ All you have to do is write one page, ” said Dad. “ What's the big deal?” Henry stared at him. Did Dad have no idea how long it would take him to write one whole page? Hours and hours and hours. “ You're the meanest, most horrible parents in the world and I hate you! " shrieked Horrid Henry. “ Go to your room, Henry! ” shouted Dad. “ And don't come down until you've written those letters, ” shouted Mom. “ I am sick and tired of arguing about this. ” Horrid Henry stomped upstairs.