The Reptile Room (A Series of Unfortunate Events, #2)

by Lemony Snicket

somebody please make sure Sunny doesn’t bite Dr. Montgomery. That wouldn’t be a good first impression.”

“Eojip!” Sunny shrieked,

“I think we’ll always miss our parents. But I think we can miss them without being miserable all the time. After all, they wouldn’t want us to be miserable.”

But you three—you’re moving like the Hungarian Sloth Snake, whose top speed is half an inch per hour!

Now, get in the damn jeep.”

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

Sometimes even in the most unfortunate of lives there will occur a moment or two of good fortune.