Daily Occurrences

PART TWO

Chapter 29: Bees

Bees

"Ow!"

"Sherlie are you alright out there?"

The seven-year-old Sherlock Holmes held his throbbing fingers, as tears sprang to his eyes. His mother was watching him while she did the dishes inside, and rushed out to the yard when she heard him crying.

"Sherlie!"

Sherlock ran to his mum, straight into her stretched out arms.

"Shh.. Shh... It's alright my wee laddie. Your gonna be okay..." She crooned.

Sherlock snuffled into her wet shoulder, "But mommy it stung me! Am I going to turn into a bee like Mikey said?"

Mrs. Holmes rolled her eyes, and prayed for patience to deal with her elder son.

"Now Sherlie... don't you listen to Mikey, he was just playing!"

Mrs. Holmes tapped Sherlock's nose, and kissed his red finger.

"Why'd it sting me mum?" Sherlock asked. As he wiped at his eyes, trying to hold back tears.

"Well," Mrs. Holmes sat down in front of her son. "If you were a wee insect, and you saw this Huge! , giant creature lumbering towards you and your family, threatening the lives of everyone you care for would you die to protect them too?"

Sherlock's bight eyes showed he was following every word. He frowned when Mrs. Holmes finished speaking.

"Bu-... It's not dead mommy, is it?"

Mrs. Holmes realized she had said too much. She cringed and said, "Yes Sherlock, it died when it stung you. It cannot live without a stinger."

Sherlock's tears started flowing freely again.

"I-I Did-dn't want to kill it mommy!"

Mrs. Holmes drew the sobbing boy close, and picked him up in her arms.

"It's not your fault Sweety. That's just the way the world works. Now let's get some ice on the sting shall we?"

Chapter 30: Tea

Tea

As the early morning sun shone through the cracks in the blinds, John Watson came barreling in the door to the living room.

"Sherlock Holmes! What did you put in my bloody tea?!" John bellowed.

There was no sign of the nasty culprit in the living room. John stalked through it like a predator searching for its very unfortunate prey.

"Sherlock. You are a dead man. I KNOW YOUR HERE!"

John spun around when he heard a soft snigger, coming from the direction of Sherlock's bedroom. John growled softly and stepped forward, intending to have a nice long face -to-face chat with Mister Holmes.

As John strode through the chemically infested kitchen, he saw himself in the mirror for the second time since he drank his tea. His bright orange skin glared back at him.

"Did you enjoy your tea?" A innocent sounding voice asked.

"SHERLOCK!"

Chapter 31: Dog

Dog

Sheadlock found a dog. He thought he would bring it home to John. It was bouncing around in a dark alleyway while sSherlock was skulking around. It found him, and started nuzzling his legs. No amount of shooing or yelling would scare it away.