my name is Lemony Snicket and it is my
sad duty to document this tale violet
Baudelaire the eldest was one of the
finest fourteen-year-old inventors in
the world anyone who knew violet well
could tell she was inventing something
when her long hair was tied up in a
ribbon in a world of abandoned items and
discarded materials violet knew there
was always something something she could
fashion into nearly any device for
nearly every occasion and no one was
better to test her inventions Ella
brother Klaus Baudelaire the middle
child loved books or rather the things
he learned from books the Baudelaire
parents had an enormous library in their
mansion a room filled with thousands of
books on nearly every subject and
nothing pleased Klaus more than spending
an afternoon filling up his head with
their contents and everything he read he
remembered
sunny the youngest had a different
interest she liked to bite things and
had four sharp teeth there was very
little that sunny did not enjoy biting
sunny was at an age when one mostly
speaks in a series of unintelligible
shrieks for instance which probably
meant look at that mysterious figure
emerging from the fog or perhaps what is
a banker like mr. Poe doing trudging
through the sand to find us at briny
Beach