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Title: Count Olaf brought home his nephew
Violet awoke with a pain in her neck. She did not sleep well yesterday. As usual. The three Baudelaire children were staying with one of their relatives, Count Olaf. Violet, Sunny and Klaus grew up under the care of him. Not care, or rather torture. That day, Count Olaf brought home a surprise which surprised the trio indeed.
"Klaus, Sunny, wake up. He s back," Violet whispered. The three children had been sleeping in a dusty room with only one small single bed. They each took turns to sleep on the bed. The night before, it was Sunny s turn. Violet and Klaus thus had to sleep on the floor without any mattress. "He s ill-treating us," Klaus complained while rubbing his neck. "Klaus, that s an understatement," Violet replied. "How did you know this word?" Klaus asked sarcastically. "Well, from books!" "Can we have our breakfast? I m hungry," Sunny said. Sunny was already six years-old. How time flies...
The trio went downstairs after changing out of their pyjamas. A box of breakfast was on the dining table. "That s yours. Eat quickly. We have to go to the airport," Count Olaf snorted. Violet opened the box. Only two pieces of bread and a small piece of egg was in it. Judging from Sunny s face, Violet and Klaus had just to sacrifice their shares to her. "Here Sunny, this s yours," Klaus pushed the box towards her. "What about you and Sister?" "Klaus and I will have ours outside," Violet replied. In a matter of minutes, Sunny gobbled her food down. And that was breakfast.
"What do you rekon?" Klaus asked Violet. "What?" "The airport! He said he was bringing us to the airport! Didn't you hear him?" "How would I know? He s as mysterious as his theatre troupe," Violet replied.
Violet awoke with a pain in her neck. She did not sleep well yesterday. As usual. The three Baudelaire children were staying with one of their relatives, Count Olaf. Violet, Sunny and Klaus grew up under the care of him. Not care, or rather torture. That day, Count Olaf brought home a surprise which surprised the trio indeed.
"Klaus, Sunny, wake up. He s back," Violet whispered. The three children had been sleeping in a dusty room with only one small single bed. They each took turns to sleep on the bed. The night before, it was Sunny s turn. Violet and Klaus thus had to sleep on the floor without any mattress. "He s ill-treating us," Klaus complained while rubbing his neck. "Klaus, that s an understatement," Violet replied. "How did you know this word?" Klaus asked sarcastically. "Well, from books!" "Can we have our breakfast? I m hungry," Sunny said. Sunny was already six years-old. How time flies...
The trio went downstairs after changing out of their pyjamas. A box of breakfast was on the dining table. "That s yours. Eat quickly. We have to go to the airport," Count Olaf snorted. Violet opened the box. Only two pieces of bread and a small piece of egg was in it. Judging from Sunny s face, Violet and Klaus had just to sacrifice their shares to her. "Here Sunny, this s yours," Klaus pushed the box towards her. "What about you and Sister?" "Klaus and I will have ours outside," Violet replied. In a matter of minutes, Sunny gobbled her food down. And that was breakfast.
"What do you rekon?" Klaus asked Violet. "What?" "The airport! He said he was bringing us to the airport! Didn't you hear him?" "How would I know? He s as mysterious as his theatre troupe," Violet replied.