“You’ll be living with Count Frollo.”
The three Baudelaire children were spending a quiet siku down at Briny Beach.
Belle, the eldest, was in the shallows, skimming rocks. She was just fourteen years and an inventor. In fact, anyone who knew her well knew that she had a habit of tying her hair up with a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes whenever she was thinking up an idea for an invention. Currently, as she was skimming, she was trying to come up with an invention that could retrieve the rocks after they had been skimmed into the water.
John, the middle child, was staring intently into the rock pools, watching the creatures there....
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