Most people can tell what kind of what kind of person another person is just by looking at them.
Of course, this would be judging a book by it's cover, which isn't very good. You could meet the ugliest man in the world, and judge him just by his looks. Later in your life, you may meet the same man and find he had the best personality in the world. So, you may think the moral would be never judge a book by it's cover.
But that is not the point of this story.
In fact, it has nothing to do with our story.
Anyway, as I was saying, most people can judge what a person is like by looking at him or her. Me, for instance, you could say I had seen too many things I truly did not want to see by looking into my eyes and not being able to spot the brightness that used to gleam in them.
Now as the Baudelaires rode in Mr Poe's stuffy car, you could tell they were a very unlucky set of orphans by seeing how forlorn their faces looked as they gazed out of the windows. You could also tell they were very hot because of the sweat dripping down their chins.
Right now, Violet, the oldest Baudelaire was thinking of an invention to make the air conditioning system in Mr Poe's car work better. The gears in her head were grinding as she glanced to her siblings and these gears were grinding because Violet was an inventor and when she was inventing, she pulled her hair out of her face with a ribbon but right now her hair was tied to keep it from sticking to her cheeks.
Next, on the other side of the back seat was Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child. The one thing he loved to do was read books. Before the huge Baudelaire mansion burned to the ground, he had read a great deal of the Baudelaire's books. He knew many things that were often helpful in a tight situation.
Finally, in the middle of the seat was Sunny, who was only an infant. Unlike many infants, she had four very sharp, pointy teeth. These teeth were very useful in situations where they need a knife but did not have one. Sunny's favorite activity was to bite certain things with these teeth, but these things had to be rather hard to withstand the teeth.
As the oprhans gazed out onto the scenery, they couldn't help but wonder what kind of guardian Mr Poe had gotten them this time. You see, Mr Poe wasn't very good at finding the orphans very good homes. One thing Mr Poe was distinguishable by was his everlasting cough. The word everlasting here means "it never seemed to stop". So Mr Poe was always coughing, which in this case was horrible because it only added to the heat, scorching the poor Baudelaires.
Now as I say 'poor Baudelaires', I do not mean the Baudelaires were not very wealthy. In fact, they were the complete opposite. The Baudelaire parents, who perished in a huge fire, had left them an enormous fortune that Violet would receive when she came of age. Until then, she and her siblings were stuck with whoever Mr Poe placed them with. When I say 'poor Baudelaires', I mean they were in a very bad situation.
Now in between his coughs, Mr Poe spoke," Now when we get to Odysseia, you are to go to the Mayor's office. I, unfortunately, can not accompany you as I have some very urgent work back at the bank. The word 'urgent' means-"
"Very important.",Klaus interrupted.
"Yes, well, Here we are.." Mr Poe said.
As the car pulled to a stop, the children saw the town of Odysseia. There was several middle-sized work offices and one large marble building.
"Now I believe that Marble building is the Mayor's office-" Mr Poe choked out, before coughing again.
The Baudelaires slid out of the car, looking around and uncertainly closing the car door.
"Goodbye children!",Mr Poe yelled as he pulled the car away.
"Well, I suppose we're on our own once again.", stated Violet.
Klaus replied, "Yes, well, we should still find our guardian."
"Dumas!", squealed Sunny, which meant ' I hope they are nicer to us than the others!'
"Uncle Monty was nice.." Klaus trailed off, as they all remember the horrible fate that took Uncle Monty's life.
"Come on, I think that's the Mayor's office." Violet motioned towards the large marble building. As they crossed the street, the children couldn't help but wonder what their new home would be like.
Violet secretly wished there might be a large inventing studio, where her dreams could become realities. Yet, Klaus hoped for a large library, where he could read to his heart's content. Still, Sunny wanted a room full of sturdy things she could bite to her enjoyment.
As they were passing a large sign telling them they were in the town park, the Baudelaires stopped dead in their tracks, staring at something amazing.
Now, I am very sorry, but this reminds me of a time when I was cleaning my luggage case, and came across something that sparked my intrest very much indeed. I was an old picture of myself and the woman I had loved, many years before this horrible series of events began. At this photo, I began to wonder what my life would have been like if I had never gotten involved with this horrible chain reaction.
As the Baudelaires stood, gazing at the statue, each one of them thought what would have happened if their parents had not perished in a fire or if they had never met the despicable Count Olaf. The word 'despicable' here means,'a very horrible man who would stop at nothing to steal other people's fortunes'. The statue the orphans looked upon was a carving. A carving of only three letters in certain way, so they formed a symbol. These letters were V, F, and D.
Of course, this would be judging a book by it's cover, which isn't very good. You could meet the ugliest man in the world, and judge him just by his looks. Later in your life, you may meet the same man and find he had the best personality in the world. So, you may think the moral would be never judge a book by it's cover.
But that is not the point of this story.
In fact, it has nothing to do with our story.
Anyway, as I was saying, most people can judge what a person is like by looking at him or her. Me, for instance, you could say I had seen too many things I truly did not want to see by looking into my eyes and not being able to spot the brightness that used to gleam in them.
Now as the Baudelaires rode in Mr Poe's stuffy car, you could tell they were a very unlucky set of orphans by seeing how forlorn their faces looked as they gazed out of the windows. You could also tell they were very hot because of the sweat dripping down their chins.
Right now, Violet, the oldest Baudelaire was thinking of an invention to make the air conditioning system in Mr Poe's car work better. The gears in her head were grinding as she glanced to her siblings and these gears were grinding because Violet was an inventor and when she was inventing, she pulled her hair out of her face with a ribbon but right now her hair was tied to keep it from sticking to her cheeks.
Next, on the other side of the back seat was Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child. The one thing he loved to do was read books. Before the huge Baudelaire mansion burned to the ground, he had read a great deal of the Baudelaire's books. He knew many things that were often helpful in a tight situation.
Finally, in the middle of the seat was Sunny, who was only an infant. Unlike many infants, she had four very sharp, pointy teeth. These teeth were very useful in situations where they need a knife but did not have one. Sunny's favorite activity was to bite certain things with these teeth, but these things had to be rather hard to withstand the teeth.
As the oprhans gazed out onto the scenery, they couldn't help but wonder what kind of guardian Mr Poe had gotten them this time. You see, Mr Poe wasn't very good at finding the orphans very good homes. One thing Mr Poe was distinguishable by was his everlasting cough. The word everlasting here means "it never seemed to stop". So Mr Poe was always coughing, which in this case was horrible because it only added to the heat, scorching the poor Baudelaires.
Now as I say 'poor Baudelaires', I do not mean the Baudelaires were not very wealthy. In fact, they were the complete opposite. The Baudelaire parents, who perished in a huge fire, had left them an enormous fortune that Violet would receive when she came of age. Until then, she and her siblings were stuck with whoever Mr Poe placed them with. When I say 'poor Baudelaires', I mean they were in a very bad situation.
Now in between his coughs, Mr Poe spoke," Now when we get to Odysseia, you are to go to the Mayor's office. I, unfortunately, can not accompany you as I have some very urgent work back at the bank. The word 'urgent' means-"
"Very important.",Klaus interrupted.
"Yes, well, Here we are.." Mr Poe said.
As the car pulled to a stop, the children saw the town of Odysseia. There was several middle-sized work offices and one large marble building.
"Now I believe that Marble building is the Mayor's office-" Mr Poe choked out, before coughing again.
The Baudelaires slid out of the car, looking around and uncertainly closing the car door.
"Goodbye children!",Mr Poe yelled as he pulled the car away.
"Well, I suppose we're on our own once again.", stated Violet.
Klaus replied, "Yes, well, we should still find our guardian."
"Dumas!", squealed Sunny, which meant ' I hope they are nicer to us than the others!'
"Uncle Monty was nice.." Klaus trailed off, as they all remember the horrible fate that took Uncle Monty's life.
"Come on, I think that's the Mayor's office." Violet motioned towards the large marble building. As they crossed the street, the children couldn't help but wonder what their new home would be like.
Violet secretly wished there might be a large inventing studio, where her dreams could become realities. Yet, Klaus hoped for a large library, where he could read to his heart's content. Still, Sunny wanted a room full of sturdy things she could bite to her enjoyment.
As they were passing a large sign telling them they were in the town park, the Baudelaires stopped dead in their tracks, staring at something amazing.
Now, I am very sorry, but this reminds me of a time when I was cleaning my luggage case, and came across something that sparked my intrest very much indeed. I was an old picture of myself and the woman I had loved, many years before this horrible series of events began. At this photo, I began to wonder what my life would have been like if I had never gotten involved with this horrible chain reaction.
As the Baudelaires stood, gazing at the statue, each one of them thought what would have happened if their parents had not perished in a fire or if they had never met the despicable Count Olaf. The word 'despicable' here means,'a very horrible man who would stop at nothing to steal other people's fortunes'. The statue the orphans looked upon was a carving. A carving of only three letters in certain way, so they formed a symbol. These letters were V, F, and D.