Fic: Just One Sweetie: G
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holmes_minorTitle: Just One Sweetie
Form/Wordcount: 497
Characters/Pairings: Dr John Watson, Mr Sherlock Holmes, The Ferret
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: In which the Ferret succumbs to temptation, but Holmes does not.
This is chapter 2 of More Ferret Tales, but really makes just as much sense whether or not you've read chapter 1.
Much to Dr Watson’s surprise, the plan worked, as the Ferret was able to get into the study via the window, and retrieve the spare key, which he then pushed through the letter box for Holmes to use.
Aware they wouldn’t have much time, Holmes and Watson quickly scoured the room for evidence, Holmes pocketing various small and apparently insignificant items, whilst Watson made a note of several diary entries.
Meanwhile, the Ferret had been nosing around by himself. On a small side table he found a plate with some sweets. After the difficulties he’d had that afternoon in the pipe he knew he shouldn’t be eating snacks, but they looked very attractive, and he was sure one wouldn’t make any difference, especially considering all his subsequent exertions.
He ate one, and started to feel slightly strange.
***
Watson, when he had finished his notes, looked up and said, “Holmes, we may have a problem.”
“Oh, where?”
Holmes looked at the Ferret, who smiled broadly back, before turning in a sweeping circle and falling off the table.
While Watson hurriedly picked the Ferret up and pushed him into his bag, Holmes looked at the table. Cautiously he picked up one of the sweets and sniffed it.
“I presume he’s eaten one of these. I doubt it will do any permanent damage and it could be quite instructive to see the effects. Somerville is certain to notice one tablet is missing, so it won’t make much difference if I take a second.”
“You’re not proposing to try it yourself?”
“No, rest assured Watson, that temptation is behind me. But it would be interesting to find out the composition. I’ll just close the window and we’d best be off.”
As they left Holmes pulled the front door shut with sufficient force they heard the lock snick behind them.
***
The Ferret was listening to a brass band playing. The band began to march and he was invited to march with them and join in with the tunes they were playing. He strode out ferretfully and began singing at the top of his voice. He was having a wonderful time.
***
“Watson, it would appear the contents of your bag are trying to sing.”
“What do you expect me to do about it? The whole bag is shaking.”
“We’d better go home through the back lanes. That way you’ll be less noticeable.”
Then, just as they saw a group of evening revellers heading their way, the noises from the bag grew louder.
“It’s no use, Watson, we’ll have to sing as well and try to drown the Ferret out.”
They sang most of the way back, because, every time they thought they could stop, someone else would appear.
Finally, as they reached Baker Street the Ferret fell silent.
“Thank goodness for that. In future, Watson, if you must sing those awful rugby songs, make sure the Ferret is nowhere within earshot. Mrs Hudson would not have been amused if she had heard us.”
Form/Wordcount: 497
Characters/Pairings: Dr John Watson, Mr Sherlock Holmes, The Ferret
Rating: G
Warnings/Content: In which the Ferret succumbs to temptation, but Holmes does not.
This is chapter 2 of More Ferret Tales, but really makes just as much sense whether or not you've read chapter 1.
Much to Dr Watson’s surprise, the plan worked, as the Ferret was able to get into the study via the window, and retrieve the spare key, which he then pushed through the letter box for Holmes to use.
Aware they wouldn’t have much time, Holmes and Watson quickly scoured the room for evidence, Holmes pocketing various small and apparently insignificant items, whilst Watson made a note of several diary entries.
Meanwhile, the Ferret had been nosing around by himself. On a small side table he found a plate with some sweets. After the difficulties he’d had that afternoon in the pipe he knew he shouldn’t be eating snacks, but they looked very attractive, and he was sure one wouldn’t make any difference, especially considering all his subsequent exertions.
He ate one, and started to feel slightly strange.
***
Watson, when he had finished his notes, looked up and said, “Holmes, we may have a problem.”
“Oh, where?”
Holmes looked at the Ferret, who smiled broadly back, before turning in a sweeping circle and falling off the table.
While Watson hurriedly picked the Ferret up and pushed him into his bag, Holmes looked at the table. Cautiously he picked up one of the sweets and sniffed it.
“I presume he’s eaten one of these. I doubt it will do any permanent damage and it could be quite instructive to see the effects. Somerville is certain to notice one tablet is missing, so it won’t make much difference if I take a second.”
“You’re not proposing to try it yourself?”
“No, rest assured Watson, that temptation is behind me. But it would be interesting to find out the composition. I’ll just close the window and we’d best be off.”
As they left Holmes pulled the front door shut with sufficient force they heard the lock snick behind them.
***
The Ferret was listening to a brass band playing. The band began to march and he was invited to march with them and join in with the tunes they were playing. He strode out ferretfully and began singing at the top of his voice. He was having a wonderful time.
***
“Watson, it would appear the contents of your bag are trying to sing.”
“What do you expect me to do about it? The whole bag is shaking.”
“We’d better go home through the back lanes. That way you’ll be less noticeable.”
Then, just as they saw a group of evening revellers heading their way, the noises from the bag grew louder.
“It’s no use, Watson, we’ll have to sing as well and try to drown the Ferret out.”
They sang most of the way back, because, every time they thought they could stop, someone else would appear.
Finally, as they reached Baker Street the Ferret fell silent.
“Thank goodness for that. In future, Watson, if you must sing those awful rugby songs, make sure the Ferret is nowhere within earshot. Mrs Hudson would not have been amused if she had heard us.”
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Date: 2017-03-03 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-03 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-03 09:59 pm (UTC)Holmes looked at the Ferret, who smiled broadly back, before turning in a sweeping circle and falling off the table.
The Ferret was listening to a brass band playing. The band began to march and he was invited to march with them and join in with the tunes they were playing. He strode out ferretfully and began singing at the top of his voice. He was having a wonderful time.
***
“Watson, it would appear the contents of your bag are trying to sing.” ^______^
And of course I enjoyed poor Holmes and Watson having to sing to drown the Ferret out ^__^
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Date: 2017-03-03 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-03 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-04 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-03 11:02 pm (UTC):-)
Poor ferret, hope he did not develop a headache.
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Date: 2017-03-04 01:39 pm (UTC)I fear he did.