Mr Stratfold’s School for Monsters is famous. Grown up monsters from all over the world send their little monsters to him. They do this when their little monsters are not as scary or as naughty as they should be.
Welcome to Mr Stratfold’s School. Come and meet the monsters.
Mr Stratfold’s School for Monsters
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Sports’ Day
On the twelfth of July it was Sports’ Day at the School for Monsters. Mr Stratfold thought it was the most exciting day of the year. But it wasn’t a day that any of the monsters looked forward to.
As usual, it started at two o’clock in the morning. Mr Stratfold, who had been too excited to sleep, burst into the monsters’ Big Bedroom and woke them all up with his whistle.
“Out of bed, the lot of you!” he shouted, “And put on the enormous shorts.” He dropped an enormous bag on the floor.
“But it’s the middle of the night,” yawned Spangle. “Why do we have to put these enormous shorts on?”
“Nobody knows,” said Orville.
But they all took off their pyjamas and pulled up the shorts just the same.
The trouble was, the shorts were so enormous they would not stay up. They kept falling down round the monster’s ankles, which made it very difficult to walk. When they got to the stairs there was tripping and tumbling until they all fell down in a big heap.
“Ha ha ha,” roared Mr Stratfold with laughter. “This is my favourite bit of Sports’ Day. The bit when all you monsters fall down the stairs in enormous shorts. Now pick yourselves up and get outside.”
Out on the school field it was so early in the morning it was still dark.
“Hurry up,” said Mr Stratfold, “It’s time for the first game. Wedgie up.”
“That means pull your shorts up, hard,” whispered Orville to Spangle.
The monsters did their best. But it was so dark they kept bumping into each other and falling in the mud.
“Ha ha ha,” roared Mr Stratfold with laughter. “This is my favourite bit of Sports’ Day. The bit when all you monsters fall in the mud.”
“Can we go back to bed now?” yawned Spangle. He was so tired he was almost asleep where he lay.
“Now as you all know by now,” announced Mr Stratfold when the monsters had picked themselves up, “most school sports’ days are fun. They take place in the afternoon and there are nice games and prizes for the winners.”
‘Sounds good,’ thought Spangle.
“But at Mr Stratfold’s School for Monsters,” Mr Stratfold continued proudly, “we don’t bother with any of that nonsense. At my school, Sports’ Day takes place in the middle of the night, the games are horrible and the only person who wins any prizes is me!”
And, as if to prove his point, Mr Stratfold marched the monsters through an even bigger puddle of mud to the far end of the field.
“I loved this book, my nephews loved this book too… you might have created a new tradition of reading this book to prepare for the school year”.
“Makes you laugh out loud – hard for a book to do in print”.
Thinking about sending your own little monster to Mr Stratfold's school next term?
A message from Mr Stratfold, the Headmaster
My school is the best school in the world. Send your hopeless little monsters to me and I will educate them in the ways of naughty mischief. The fees may seem high, but I do have expenses, you know. The school is falling down, after all. It’s not as if I spend any money on the monsters.
I accept monsters in person at the school gates or by post, but always make sure to send money first.
Mr Stratfold’s School for Monsters is proud to be serving an Anti-Social Behaviour Order.