The three Baudelaire children were spending a quiet dag 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....
Carl and Rapunzel were interrupted in their silent meditation door the sound of something knocking on the door. “Huh?” Carl sat up and stared at the front door. He and his daughter looked at one another, quizzically.
“Maybe it’s a woodpecker,” Rapunzel suggested.
Carl got to his feet and shuffled the door. He got the shock of his life when he opened it and saw Russell, the young Wilderness Explorer from the dag before, standing on his porch. “Hi, Mr Frederickson!” the boy called.
Belle had the reins Pheobus was holding on for dear life as Achilles ran faster then the wildest mustang through the streets out into the woods she quickly stopped him terrified remembering that fateful night as she and Phillipe ran into Paris to try and get away from the killer wolves. "I always knew u were fast Achillies but not this fast" zei Pheobus hopped down and patted him on the neck he glanced over at Belle smiling but that smile quickly changed to concern "Belle what is it? What's wrong?", "Oh um nothing can we go back into the city I don't feel veilig here", "Why?"...