A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Miserable Mill by Lemony Snicket Page A

stamping machine, and why Foreman Flacutono was having their brother at the controls, instead of Phil or one of the other employees. "You see?" Phil told the Baudelaire sisters, from across a bundle of boards. "There's nothing wrong with Klaus. He's working the machine perfectly. You spent all that time worrying for nothing." Stamp! "Maybe," Violet said doubtfully, blowing on the M in "Lumbermill." "And I told you that stamping was the easiest part of the lumbermill industry," Phil said. Stamp! "Your lips get a little sore from all the blowing, but that's all." "Wiro," Sunny said, which meant something like "That's true, but I'm still worried about Klaus." "That's the spirit," said Phil, misunderstanding her. "I told you that if you just looked on the bright side..." Stam...crash...aah ! Phil fell to the floor in midsentence, his face pale and sweaty. Of all the terrible noises to be heard at the Lucky Smells Lumbermill, this one was the most terrible by far. The thunderous stamp!ing sound had been cut off by a wrenching crash and a piercing shriek. The stamping machine had gone horribly wrong, and the huge flat stone had not been brought down where it was supposed to be brought down, on the bundle of boards. Most of the stone had been brought down on the string machine, which was now hopelessly smashed. But part of it had been brought down on Phil's leg. Foreman Flacutono dropped his pots and ran over to the controls of the stamping machine, pushing the dazed Klaus aside. With a flip of the switch he brought the stone up again, and everyone gathered around to see the damage. The cage part of the string machine was split open like an egg, and the string had become completely entwined and entangled. And I simply cannot describe the grotesque and unnerving sight, the words "grotesque" and "unnerving" here mean "twisted, tangled, stained, and gory", of poor Phil's leg. It made Violet's and Sunny's stomachs turn to gaze upon it, but Phil looked up and gave them a weak smile. "Well," he said, "this isn't too bad. My left leg is broken, but at least I'm right-legged. That's pretty fortunate." "Gee," one of the other employees murmured. "I thought he'd say something more along the lines of 'Aaaaah! My leg! My leg!'" "If someone could just help me get to my foot," Phil said, "I'm sure that I can get back to work." "Don't be ridiculous," Violet said. "You need to go to a hospital." "Yes, Phil," another worker said. "We have those coupons from last month, fifty percent off a cast at the Ahab Memorial Hospital. Two of us will chip in and get your leg all fixed up. I'll call for an ambulance right away." Phil smiled. "That's very kind of you," he said. "This is a disaster!" Foreman Flacutono shouted. "This is the worst accident in the history of the lumbermill!" "No, no," Phil said. "It's fine. I've never liked my left leg so much, anyway." "Not your leg, you overgrown midget," Foreman Flacutono said impatiently. "The string machine! Those cost an inordinate amount of money!" "What does 'inordinate' mean?" somebody asked. "It means many things," Klaus said suddenly, blinking. "It can mean 'irregular.' It can mean 'immoderate.' It can mean 'disorderly.' But in the case of money, it is more likely to mean 'excessive.' Foreman Flacutono means that the string machine costs a lot of money." The two Baudelaire sisters looked at one another and almost laughed in relief. "Klaus!" Violet cried. "You're defining things!" Klaus looked at his sisters and gave them a sleepy smile. "I guess I am," he said. "Nojeemoo!" Sunny shrieked, which meant something along the lines of "You appear to be back to normal," and she was right. Klaus blinked again, and then looked at the mess he had caused. "What happened here?" he asked, frowning. "Phil, what happened to your leg?" "It's perfectly all right," Phil said, wincing in pain as he tried to move. "It's just a little sore." "You mean you don't remember what happened?" Violet asked. "What happened when?" Klaus