Chapter 5
More Letters
The letters continued to pile into the house for the next week. On Tuesday of that week, Uncle Victor nailed the mailbox shut, hoping this would block any letters, but he wasn't thinking clearly enough. The letters just came through the mail slot in the door. On Wednesday, Victor nailed the mail slot together, but at least forty letters broke the cheep piece of wood on it and came through. On Thursday, the letters came flying through all the windows in the house. There must have been thousands and thousands of them. By the end of the week, the Burglary family had had enough.
"We won't continue to get these letters if we move away! Come on! We're going to a hotel! Pack your bags!" Victor exclaimed. So the family drove off to the Paleview Hotel. It was only a twenty minute drive away. But this didn't stop the letters either. The next morning at the hotel, a man from the front desk came up to their room.
"Is one of you Mr. R. de Chagny? This came in - along with hundreds more."
"That would be me," Raoul told him, taking the letter. The man left as he read the envelop:
Mr. R. de Chagny
Room 18
Paleview Hotel
Cokeworth
"Let me see that!" Victor had exclaimed, snatching the letter. His angry expression then transformed into a horrified one. "No! Not again! Come on! We're going far away this time!"
The family checked out, then drove far away. Very far away. In fact, to a hut in the middle of the ocean. Of course they didn't drive to the actual hut. They took a boat, or, of course, the car would of drowned at that would be the end of the story.
The hut was almost empty. There was nothing in it but a small bed. There was only one room with a dirty floor and a small bed. It was no surprise that after plenty of whining and crying, Danny was the one to sleep in the bed. Everyone else slept on the cold floor.
In the meantime, Raoul looked at his wristwatch. It was almost nine o'clock. Just a few more seconds. This would mean that he would officially be eleven years old. Not that anyone else cared. When it was finally nine, he heard a BANG, and the door to the hut was no longer there. Instead, it was on the floor, and in the threshold was a giant, hairy man.
