Summer days are the loveliest days of them all. Summer days are filled with warm sunlight, bright blue skies, and the picturesque image of the earth alive with energy. My summer days are filled with spending time alongside John and Sherlock. We often play pirates. I dig holes, Sherlock draws treasure maps with a stub of red crayon, and John wards off enemies for us. He is often seen slashing the breezy July air with the blade of a wooden sword. These games will always end in the discovery of new treasures which Sherlock keeps in a jar he hides under a rose bush. In the jar there was a pence, a shoelace, a scrap of blue fabric, and an earring shaped like a bee. Bees fascinated Sherlock. One day while John and I are resting under the shade of an oak tree Sherlock shows up bursting with excitment. "Look!" He said thrusting a glass jar towards us. "It's a bee!" It was in fact a bee, plump and yellow with gossamer wings and a dusting of pollen covering its body. Sherlock sits next to John and passes the jar carefully to him. "John I think people are a lot like bees. You see bees all work to serve the queen, people all work to serve a higher purpose but many people misplace that purpose. People will work for things like money or power but that doesn't get you much of anywhere does it." John noded thoughtfully at this and asks, "what purpose are you working for Sherlock?" This question caused a smile to stretch across Sherlock's face. " I want to be one of a kind." He replies unscrewing the top of the jar to free the bee. As he watches it fly away and merge into the sky he adds. " John people are also like bees becuase they can sting you, but they can also give you honey. It's up to you to decide if it's worth the risk." John nods solemnly as if the musings of six year old Sherlock were the most important ideas in the world. Perhaps in retrospect they were.
