A/N: Sorry about this being so short. I have to study for a test. R/R!
Chapter 2
An analogy is something that people use when they're trying to compare two completely different things to each other. These do not often make any sense. I've looked at the analogy of my life to a jug of white cranberry juice for hours on end, and I still haven't found any similarities, a word that here means 'Things that have to do with each other, unlike my life compared to a jug of white cranberry juice'. For example, I could say Beatrice was like a butterfly, beautiful, but with a short life span. Or I could say my life is like delicious buttered toast, an analogy that I understand, that keeps falling onto the floor --- butter-side down.
Well, an analogy of the Baudelaires' new life would be something like this:
The Baudelaires' lives were like a racetrack. Every time they could see the finish line, a nasty rock would trip them. Obviously the rock is all the bad things that happen to them. The starting line is like the start of each new place they go to and all the new people they meet. You could also say their lives are like racetracks with no finish lines at all. Just running, running, around and around, away from Olaf, but he has longer legs and gains on them, so in his clutches again, safe, not safe. A vicious never - ending circle. And V.F.D. is the finish line that is no where in sight. The big question mark that has been looming over their heads ever since the Quagmire Triplets notebooks had been ruined, and their friends had floated away in a balloon - like structure.
But this analogy was about to come true. After Olaf and his troupe got gas and started to drive the Baudelaire siblings heard a voice that sounded neither like a man nor a woman's say, "Hey, Boss, we've only got ten bucks left!"
"That's impossible," Olaf's scratchy voice replied, "we just stole money a few weeks ago! There was nothing to spend it on at that half finished hospital!"
"Remember, we had to rent the auditorium," a voice that sounded chainsaws being run together chimed in.
"I thought I told you to knock out the person you rent it from with a board so we wouldn't have to pay!"
"But Boss..."
"There's no excuse!" Esmè said in her high, snotty voice, "The 8th most important person in the city's boyfriend told you to do something and you didn't! He shouldn't get any pay this week!" She told Olaf.
Esmè had been downgraded to the 8th most important person from the 6th because she left the "IN" auction in a very out truck.
"You're right my sugar plum. But I know how we can get our money back..." The Baudelaire children could almost see his shinny, shinny eyes glowing with the thought of another evil plan.
Olaf turned the steering wheel sharply to the left, and Sunny, Klaus, and Violet rolled around in the back, scrapping themselves even more on the wine bottles.
"You're brilliant, darling!" Esmè squealed. The children then heard the sickening sound of her kissing Olaf. "Gambling at the races is a perfect way to win money! Especially if we cheat!"
Chapter 2
An analogy is something that people use when they're trying to compare two completely different things to each other. These do not often make any sense. I've looked at the analogy of my life to a jug of white cranberry juice for hours on end, and I still haven't found any similarities, a word that here means 'Things that have to do with each other, unlike my life compared to a jug of white cranberry juice'. For example, I could say Beatrice was like a butterfly, beautiful, but with a short life span. Or I could say my life is like delicious buttered toast, an analogy that I understand, that keeps falling onto the floor --- butter-side down.
Well, an analogy of the Baudelaires' new life would be something like this:
The Baudelaires' lives were like a racetrack. Every time they could see the finish line, a nasty rock would trip them. Obviously the rock is all the bad things that happen to them. The starting line is like the start of each new place they go to and all the new people they meet. You could also say their lives are like racetracks with no finish lines at all. Just running, running, around and around, away from Olaf, but he has longer legs and gains on them, so in his clutches again, safe, not safe. A vicious never - ending circle. And V.F.D. is the finish line that is no where in sight. The big question mark that has been looming over their heads ever since the Quagmire Triplets notebooks had been ruined, and their friends had floated away in a balloon - like structure.
But this analogy was about to come true. After Olaf and his troupe got gas and started to drive the Baudelaire siblings heard a voice that sounded neither like a man nor a woman's say, "Hey, Boss, we've only got ten bucks left!"
"That's impossible," Olaf's scratchy voice replied, "we just stole money a few weeks ago! There was nothing to spend it on at that half finished hospital!"
"Remember, we had to rent the auditorium," a voice that sounded chainsaws being run together chimed in.
"I thought I told you to knock out the person you rent it from with a board so we wouldn't have to pay!"
"But Boss..."
"There's no excuse!" Esmè said in her high, snotty voice, "The 8th most important person in the city's boyfriend told you to do something and you didn't! He shouldn't get any pay this week!" She told Olaf.
Esmè had been downgraded to the 8th most important person from the 6th because she left the "IN" auction in a very out truck.
"You're right my sugar plum. But I know how we can get our money back..." The Baudelaire children could almost see his shinny, shinny eyes glowing with the thought of another evil plan.
Olaf turned the steering wheel sharply to the left, and Sunny, Klaus, and Violet rolled around in the back, scrapping themselves even more on the wine bottles.
"You're brilliant, darling!" Esmè squealed. The children then heard the sickening sound of her kissing Olaf. "Gambling at the races is a perfect way to win money! Especially if we cheat!"