Chapter Two:
If you have ever seen something that has made many other people very confused, nervous, and completely un-anxious, then you may feel that way too, when it is in your sight. So, as the Baudelaire's looked at the sheet of paper they had just been handed, they started to feel nervous, confused, and utterly un-anxious. But unlike most people, the Baudelaire's were acustom to pain, sorrow, and the looming misfortune. They weren't as confused as if you had read it. They weren't as nervous as if your friend had read it. And they weren't as un-anxious as if your nemesis who seems to be plotting world domination just to seek revenge, would if he or she had read it. The Baudelaire's, for many other reasons, were prepared for the let-down in which they have sorrily been recieved. And I am sorry to say, that their saddening let-downs, would only continue throughout their unfortunate lives.
"From the desk of Polly Nesbit," said Klaus interupting the complete and utter silence, "To the Baudelaire's. Hello Violet, Klaus, and Sunny. I am your new gaurdian, Polly (call me Mistress) and you are to be appointed to room number 12 of my humble aboad."
"Why would we have to call her Mistress?" asked Violet curiously but hushed, interupting Klaus' recital of the dismal letter.
"I don't really know. But we've seen stranger things." Klaus answered.
"Hasahofit!" exclaimed Sunny. Hasahofit is a word which here means "Like the time we worked at Lucky Smells Lumbermill, and our gaurdian made us call him Sir!"
"Maybe their related." Violet added as she quickly tranlated Sunny's words.
"Maybe. Maybe they are related. Maybe our new parent has three feet - but we won't know until we meet her." Klaus said, ending their little discussion.
"Jamook" Sunny said, which Violet was quick to translate.
"Yes, Klaus," she started as she shook her head, "Carry on."
"Ok", Klaus said as he stared back at the sheet, "Due to certain circumstances, I will only be seeing you on occasion. Preferable on Tuesdays at Twelve O'Clock in the after noon."
"Isn't that confusing. To set times you will see your children!" Violet interupted, looking utterly confused.
"Yes, yes it is. Let me finish", Klaus said, getting a tad annoyed by the constant interuptions, "Also, the Metropolitan City Council has allowed us to use Prufrock Preporatory's computer to aid our capture of Count Olaf. See you here!"
The Baudelaire's stood there, looking as if they couldn't believe there eyes, or as if a dog had just comitted arsony. Sunny was thinking that the computer used at Prufrock Preporatory school would not aid them in keeping Count Olaf away like it hadn't in the past, and for sure that it wouldn't help the capture of Count Olaf. Klaus was thinking what Polly did that would keep her so busy, and Violet was wondering why she hadn't stated her address.
Mr. Poe spoke up, and answered a few of the Baudelaire's questions, "Polly works as a nature - ologist or something like that, just down this road. After a few turns we should be at Bleary Bogs, where she works."
"Sajool?" Sunny asked, which here means "And how will a computer keep us safe now?"
But Mr. Poe ignored her completely, and headed back into the buggy. "Come along children", he asked demandingly, "And tell your sister I don't know what Sajool means". The three Baudelaire's followed him into the buggy one by one. After a short conversation between the driver and Mr. Poe, the buggy was off, bumping it's way down the quirky road.
Finally, the buggy came to a halt, after several twisting turns.Klaus was the first to exit the buggy, and what he saw in front of him had to be the most ubelievable thing he had seen in several years.
Klaus, and now his sister Violet, were standing outside of a gigantic log cabin. There were hundreds of windows, all looking perfectly aligned. The doors were simply magnificent in every way, and if it were sunny, then the reflection off the bright panels of glass would blind any eye insight. The logs were all of the same color, texture, and all in perfect lines, rows, and columns. Not only was the building magnificent, but the objects infront were very eye-shocking as well.
"This building is magnificent!", started Violet as she grinned for the second time in one hour, "And look at all of the fun things to do outside!"
Outside of the building, closest to the Baudelaire's, there was a swing set gleaming in all of it's humungous glory. Closest to Sunny, who had now reached the outside of the buggy, there was a lonesome tire, waiting there for her to bite.
"Autotire!" she shouted as she happily pointed out the tire laying on the lush green grass.
"My goodness!", exclaimed Mr. Poe as he too gazed at the massive wood building, "Isn't this place smashing - " Before he could finish his statement he reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief and coughed heavily into it several times, making it his seventh time that morning.
After my studies of the Baudelaire's viewing of Polly's building, it has come to my knowledge that tears were being formed in one of the Baudelaire's eyes, then another, until the Baudelaire's couldn't handle it any further and streamed tears down their face, grinning and hugging eah other gleefully, still in shock that the one person who seemed too ocupied with her job, could keep such a nice building in shape.
"Well Baudelaires, I wish I could come inside but I have some very important business to tend to at the Mulctuary Money Management." Mr. Poe said as he layed his hand on Klaus' shoulder. It reminded his of how his father would always comfort him. "I think the main door is here", he said pointing to the left set of doors, "Or is it this one?".
"Don't worry Mr. Poe", said Violet reasurringly, "We'll just enter the one nearest."
"Well, I wish you the best Baudelaires. You can always reach me at the bank." Mr. Poe added as he walked into the buggy. After a few moments, the buggy started and was no more of a distant speck on the horizon. The Baudelaire's were left alone again, but this time were very happy. They had forgotten about Count Olaf. They had forgotten about the not so usefull computer. They had forgotten about their gaurdian's tight schedule. That moment, in the Baudelaire's lives, was the happiest moment they had experienced since the dreadful day as they walked along the grey sandy Briny Beach.
The Baudelaire's started thinking about their new lives as the walked towards the door. Sunny thought about how much time she could spend biting the tire on the front lawn, as she climbed the step to the front door. Klaus started to ponder what spot of the grass was the best spot for him to read as he arrived at the door. Violet started thinking about how she can mechanically enhance the swing set as she turned the door handle. Then they entered the building, and I am sorry to say that the thoughts they were pondering, and the feelings they were feeling drastically changed into horrible thoughts that are unimaginable to mine or your brain. As they entered the large house, all the thoughts of happiness escaped them, and they were only left with the fears of the one man the feared the most (above all fearable things) and that one man is the one and only villianous - Count Olaf.
For the second time in one hour, the Baudelaire's stood there, shaking their heads, and thinking to themselves a very saying that has come up alot in their terrible lives.
"I can't believe my eyes" Violet whispered as she gazed open eyed into the upsetting scary room.
