A/N: This is my hopefully Snicketish version of the Slippery Slope. I am open to anything, even flames, although those might melt the snow. Wish me luck.

Disclaimer: I am not Lemony Snicket (although I will be writing as though I am). Anything you recognize from his books is his. Anything not in his books, such as the Cauledaires, the ski lodge, and the Snow Scouts as portrayed here (the idea of the Snow Scouts belongs to Mr. Snicket, but how I portray them is MY idea) You can use anything you like, as long as you get permission from me first.
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Dear Reader,
When you picked this book up, you undoubtably did not know the horrors it contains. You most likely assummed, from the title, that it concerns a ski lodge, which it does. But you also probably assumed it was about three pleasant children who safely go to a pleasant, well-known ski resort, on a pleasant, vacation, and have a plesant time. Although the children are pleasant, everything else is far from it.
The contents of this book include an strange coincidence, a mysterious woman, an unfinished ski jump, poisened hot chocolate, and exeedingly cheerful children. And now that you have heard of such unpleasant things, you will probably think twice before picking a book out of the snow.
I am implored to continue to research the lives of the Baudelaire children. You however, are free to take this book to the nearest cliff and toss it off the edge, which I highly reccomend you do.
With all due respect,
Lemony Snicket
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So, You like? Tell me please. Should I go on?