The three Baudelaire children were spending a quiet jour 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 par 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 jour before, standing on his porch. “Hi, Mr Frederickson!” the boy called.
“What are toi doing out here, kid?” Carl exclaimed.