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saggy snowman. Ha. Snow heap, more like.
    “You’ll never win with that,” jeered Horrid Henry. “Your snowman is pathetic.”
    “Better than yours,” snapped Margaret.
    Horrid Henry rolled his eyes.
    “Obviously, because I haven’t started mine yet.”
    “We’ve got a big head start on you, so ha ha ha,” said Susan. “We’re building a ballerina snowgirl.”
    “Shut up, Susan,” screamed Margaret.
    A ballerina snowgirl? What a stupid idea. If that was the best they could do, Henry was sure to win.
    “Mine will be the biggest, the best, the most gigantic snowman ever seen,” said Horrid Henry. “And much better than your stupid snow dwarf.”
    “Fat chance,” sneered Margaret.
    “Yeah, Henry,” sneered Susan. “Ours is the best.”
    “No way,” said Horrid Henry, starting to roll a gigantic ball of snow for Abominable’s big belly. There was no time to lose.

    Up the path, down the path, across the garden, down the side, back and forth, back and forth, Horrid Henry rolled the biggest ball of snow ever seen.
    “Henry, can I build a snowman with you?” came a little voice.
    “No,” said Henry, starting to carve out some clawed feet.
    “Oh please,” said Peter. “We could build a great big one together. Like a bunny snowman, or a—”
    “No!” said Henry. “It’s my snowman. Build your own.”
    “Moooommmm!” wailed Peter. “Henry won’t let me build a snowman with him.”
    “Don’t be horrid, Henry,” said Mom. “Why don’t you build one together?”
    “NO!!!” said Horrid Henry. He wanted to make his own snowman.
    If he built a snowman with his stupid worm brother, he’d have to share the prize. Well, no way. He wanted all that ice cream for himself. And his Abominable Snowman was sure to be the best. Why share a prize when you didn’t have to?
    “Get away from my snowman, Peter,” hissed Henry.
    Perfect Peter sniveled. Then he started to roll a tiny ball of snow.

    “And get your own snow,” said Henry. “All this is mine.”
    “Mooooom!” wailed Peter. “Henry’s hogging all the snow.”
    * * *
    “We’re done,” trilled Moody Margaret. “Beat this if you can.”
    Horrid Henry looked at Margaret and Susan’s snowgirl, complete with a big pink tutu wound around the waist. It was as big as Margaret.

    “That old heap of snow is nothing compared to mine,” bragged Horrid Henry.
    Moody Margaret and Sour Susan looked at Henry’s Abominable Snowman, complete with horned Viking helmet, fangs, and hairy scary claws. It was a few inches taller than Henry.
    “Nah nah ne nah nah, mine’s bigger,” boasted Henry.
    “Nah nah ne nah nah, mine’s better,” boasted Margaret.
    “How do you like my snowman?” said Peter. “Do you think I could win?”
    Horrid Henry stared at Perfect Peter’s tiny snowman. It didn’t even have a head, just a long, thin, lumpy body with two stones stuck in the top for eyes.
    Horrid Henry howled with laughter.

    “That’s the worst snowman I’ve ever seen,” said Henry. “It doesn’t even have a head. That’s a snow carrot.”
    “It is not,” wailed Peter. “It’s a big bunny.”
    “Henry! Peter! Dinner time,” called Mom.
    Henry stuck out his tongue at Margaret.
    “And don’t you dare touch my snowman.”
    Margaret stuck out her tongue at Henry.
    “And don’t you dare touch my snowgirl.”
    “I’ll be watching you, Margaret.”
    “I’ll be watching you, Henry.”
    They glared at each other.
    * * *

    Henry woke.
    What was that noise? Was Margaret sabotaging his snowman? Was Susan stealing his snow?
    Horrid Henry dashed to the window.
    Phew. There was his Abominable Snowman, big as ever, dwarfing every other snowman on the street. Henry’s was definitely the biggest, and the best. Mmm boy, he could taste that Triple Fudge Gooey Chocolate Chip Peanut Butter Marshmallow Custard ice cream right now.
    Horrid Henry climbed back into bed.
    A tiny doubt nagged him.
    Was his snowman definitely bigger than