Our story began on a day like most others. Like any other day it started with a sunrise and ended with a sunset. It wasn't a day that will be writtendown in any history books, nor will it be rembered by most of the world for some spectacular event. But to one small boy Saturday, August 17th will always be the most monumentally important day that the sun will ever set on. The name of this boy was William Sherlock Scott Holmes, and similarly to his simply extraordinary name he was quite an extraordinary boy. Also like his name Sherlock wasn't one to fit in and most found him strange and abnormal. However normalcy does not do much to create good stories. Strange little Sherlock was thin and scrawny with knees constantly covered with scrapes from his latest adventure, and twigs tangled in his mop curly hair as a result of playing pirates in the backyard. On August 17th Sherlock was outside with his ever loyal friend; me. Captain Redbeard, or just Redbeard for short. I was Sherlock's best friend, constant companion, and I just happened to be a dog. Or at least I was confined to that term because most people pass by me and only gaze at my outward appearance. They saw my thick copper colored fur and long ears and see me as different, an entirely different species to precise. Like Sherlock I was unique and as much a humans love to deny it few of them truly accept anything out of the ordinary. Sherlock was different and so was I, we both gazed, into the deeper parts of each other far beyond what people saw at surface value. Due to being so vastly and wondrously unique, Sherlock didn't fit in with the other kids. I was his sole friend and playmate, but on August 17th that changed. Sherlock and I finally met another boy whose eyes saw past the masks and facades we wore. He saw Sherlock for his brilliance and , he saw me for my capabilities to feel and think. The name of this boy was John which unlike Sherlock is a fairly ordinary name, but I can assure you John was not the least bit ordinary.
