Croquet: Gen
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holmes_minorTitle: Croquet
Length: 200
Rating: Gen
Notes: crack, crossover with Alice's Adventures in Wonderland [Carroll, 1865]
Summary: Watson tries his hand at a bit of croquet.
Author's Note: for the monthly prompt: sport
“Oh, there you are, Watson. How are you making out?”
“Not well, Holmes. There always seems to be ridge or a furrow in my way, and just when I’ve got this mallet tucked away and nicely straightened out, it will…”
The flamingo twisted itself round and looked at Watson with a puzzled expression.
“…do that.”
“Frustrating business,” agreed Holmes. “And, too, unless I’m very much mistaken, your ball is crawling away.” He nodded to a hedgehog which had unrolled itself and was now fleeing the scene as fast as his tiny legs could carry him.
“The hoops, too, keep getting up and walking off to other parts of the grounds. I can’t say that I blame them. Holmes…”
“Yes, it’s time to go home.”
“You solved the case?”
“Yes, it was a simple matter, really. I demonstrated beyond all doubt it was the knave of hearts who stole the tarts, but I tell you quite frankly, Watson, that I don’t think this particular pair of sovereigns will be handing out any accolades.”
“No?”
“No. In fact, we’ll be lucky if we escape with heads and shoulders still attached.”
“Oh, dear! We’d best be headed home or we’ll be beheaded here!”
Length: 200
Rating: Gen
Notes: crack, crossover with Alice's Adventures in Wonderland [Carroll, 1865]
Summary: Watson tries his hand at a bit of croquet.
Author's Note: for the monthly prompt: sport
“Oh, there you are, Watson. How are you making out?”
“Not well, Holmes. There always seems to be ridge or a furrow in my way, and just when I’ve got this mallet tucked away and nicely straightened out, it will…”
The flamingo twisted itself round and looked at Watson with a puzzled expression.
“…do that.”
“Frustrating business,” agreed Holmes. “And, too, unless I’m very much mistaken, your ball is crawling away.” He nodded to a hedgehog which had unrolled itself and was now fleeing the scene as fast as his tiny legs could carry him.
“The hoops, too, keep getting up and walking off to other parts of the grounds. I can’t say that I blame them. Holmes…”
“Yes, it’s time to go home.”
“You solved the case?”
“Yes, it was a simple matter, really. I demonstrated beyond all doubt it was the knave of hearts who stole the tarts, but I tell you quite frankly, Watson, that I don’t think this particular pair of sovereigns will be handing out any accolades.”
“No?”
“No. In fact, we’ll be lucky if we escape with heads and shoulders still attached.”
“Oh, dear! We’d best be headed home or we’ll be beheaded here!”
