Head Kid by David Baddiel

Ryan sighed. “OK. OK!” He put his finger back down into the plastic box with the lettuce in it. The ant, uncertain as to the point of its journey to and from the box, crawled off and resumed munching. “So now what are we going to use to tickle him?” said Ryan. “No worries,” said Dionna. She went round behind Mr Barrington’s still-sleeping form and flicked her


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