The Train that lead us to Uncle Monty

Something unexpected happened, something dreadful . Full ownership, we are now 'children' of Count Olaf, but that will never make me see him as my father. To 'celebrate' his ownership of us he decides to stop off at the Superette for a treat. Locked inside the car we soon find a schedule that leads us to notice we are parked on a railway line, with a train on its way through.Mr Poe calls but he cant hear over the train that's rushing past him.  I need to think fast and luckily that is something i do best. I tie up my hair as always required when i'm about to invent something as i love to do. But without the help of Klaus i wouldn't be able to invent anything, i needed his reading skills and exquisite memory to help me create a device that as he remembered could change the gears to move the train to the other track, so we would remain safe and alive in the undamaged car. With the train getting closer each second i needed to invent something at rapid speed, so i decided to ripped the head off the toy elf, bobbling at the back of the car and attach it to a spring from inside the car seat i attach both of these to a long, thin piece of leather stitched into the car seat. We the elf's head against the outside of the car window to get the distance and elevation we required to switch the gears. First shot failed but second was tightly hooked around the rusty gear, with all three of our effort we manage to pull hard enough to move the tracks saving us from the speeding train. Mr Poe finds us in the front of the car alone and is repulsed that Count Olaf allowed Sunny to drive the car, he is completely oblivious to the fact that Count Olaf didn't let Sunny drive and that he was trying to kill us! Mr Poe takes my siblings and me put of Count Olaf's care and in his car towards our newest guardian, Uncle Monty a herpetologist. With having arrived only hours ago its better than Count Olaf, which wasn't hard but Uncle Monty seems genuine and caring but i'm not keeping my hopes up. I never know what will happen next.
                                                                                                Violet Baudelaire