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Winter is often in most minds a time of merriment and of family comfort but winter in my mind brings nothing but hidden pain and suffering.
Snow drifted down over the icy lake Lachrymose, it caked Briny beach, blanked the Baudelaire's mansion, sifted over Beatrice's cozy home, layered its self on the empty Snicket home and glazed Uncle Monty's thriving lab.
Though it was 10 degrees outside inside the Reptile Room it was 101 degrees the equivalent of a Cuban rain forest. Flashy pink Alaskan cow lizards darted up the walls and splashes echoed through out the dome. Monty shook vigorously a glass tube, the blue liquid bubbled and turned a bile green. He slowly sat it down and backed away. Sweat covered his brow as he watched the tube with sick anticipation, chirping come from the trees behind him.
The green liquid ceased its bubbling and settled. Monty bend over his desk glass cracking under his boots from failed experiments. "Come on now," Monty bit his lower lip. Cracks drifted up the tube and with a sudden and loud bam the tube exploded over the desk, toxic gases swirled and swept up to the ceiling before dividing into nontoxic elements.
Monty couldn't open his eyes, with his right arm up for protection he didn't want to see another failed attempt to catch a brown bunny. Something twisted up Montgomery's leg. He lowered his right arm and opened one eye. "Nancy! Silly girl get on! I'm mighty busy I believe this is another failed-" Nancy hissed as if to say, "Before you give up loooook." Monty put his hands to his chest in shock.
On the desk was tiny slivers of green less than half an inch long. It had worked! The experiment had finally worked!
Monty cracked a wide smile, he shook his head and laughed. "How positively wonderful! Oh dear." Monty covered his mouth, he didn't want to celebrate to early, he wiggled Nancy off his leg making his way into the kitchen. He dug around in his leaf encrusted cabinets before pulling out a sun glass.
In the glass he filled it half full with water. Monty began muttering to himself as he traveled back to the lab. The scientist wiped his damp red hair out of his face and slowly picked up a small amount of slivers. Carefully Monty let the slivers slid out of his hands and into the water.
The slivers hit the surface of the water with little noise and dissolved instantly turning the water pink.
Monty picked up the glass, it was too obvious! There had to be a way to give it…A crash brought his attention back to the hall. Monty walked over and peered out, his left hand resting on the stone snake's head.
"Nancy for shame!" Monty gave a tart look, while he had been observing the water Nancy had slithered back into the kitchen and had got into the Mayan cocoa mix. It had spilled over her bright yellow skin. "Silly girl!" He couldn't help but laugh at his pretty, then it hit him an idea.
"COCOA!" Beatrice shoved past a random amount of people. A burly man with an extremely pink face handed her a mug from the booth. "See that man over there? The one in the purple. He's my dad, he'll pay for it!" Beatrice gave the server a big smile before disappearing back into the crowd.
A flurry of snow flakes covered her blond wig. Beatrice departed from the crowd and started down the slope with intention of finding Lemony Snicket that day.
After their strange fight half a month ago, Beatrice had decided to put off her marriage to find him. She felt a strange emptiness without him, he was her best friend. When she had talked to her father on the subject he had told her quiet simple to go talk to him.
So now she found herself on slippery slop in December searching. It was like looking foe a nitro infused bomb in the world's largest donut factory. A few times she had found herself in the presents of a snow cone expert, winter tigers, ice climbers, and a tiny Asian girl in search of a mystic clow card called Snow.
Smoke gliding on air currents carried the pungent smell of bacon to the Dutch explorer. Beatrice's mouth watered, a soul cannot live on cocoa and bunny shaped marsh mellows alone! Beatrice fixed her Dutch hat and started towards to smell with new found energy.
On a flat plain sat a quaint wooden shack in front of the shack sat an Eskimo writing diligently on a large notebook.
"LEMONY!" Beatrice cried before thinking, she dropped her cocoa and took off over the plain. "LEMONY!"
A small bit of happiness in one's empty heart.