AN: Hey everyone, here's another Sherlock story. The facts may not be accurate - but it's just a bit of fun.
COMPARATIVE STUDIES
The average person swallows eight spiders per year
John:
He never liked spiders.
He thought it was unnatural to have so many legs – crawl everywhere, have the nerve to be poisonous and bite without the slightest provocation. Then again, they were spiders and it wasn't like he could do anything about it.
When faced with a spider he'd squeeze his eyes tight until he realised that spiders moved no matter if he could see them or not, then reluctantly open his eyes again to see the creature just sitting there looking up at him smugly (well that's the look he thought one might receive from a spider).
"Johnny come look at this!" she yelled slamming the door. She found him in the kitchen staring across the room. A small spider crawling along the window sill had the little boy's undivided attention. "Johnny!" she yelled again smacking the spider with the now rolled up magazine.
John jumped at the sound and pouted. "I'm John, I don't like Johnny." He stared at the window.
Harry rolled her eyes. "John, Listen to this: 'did you know that the average person swallows eight spiders per year?' It's in their sleep."
John looked pale snatching the magazine out of her hands. He read the words over and over again dropping the glossy papers down and staring at the squished spider on the window sill. He screamed flying out of the room and into his own.
Needless to say when bed time rolled around John kept his hand firmly planted over his mouth.
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Sherlock:
He didn't really care about spiders. Just knew they were there but it wasn't an earth shattering important piece of information to his universe.
Glancing at the last glass jar in his hand he found a small spider weaving a web. He captured the creature screwing the lid on tight before hauling his wagon back up to his home.
"Sherlock, Aunty Grace is coming around in ten." Mrs Holmes said watching Sherlock twist lids on and off jars whilst staring at her. "Will you clean up, pack away your experiments?"
"Yes Mummy."
When he next descended the stairs, Aunty Grace had arrived waving Sherlock forward, then paling significantly, pushing him away. He stumbled to the ground. "Spider!" she screamed swinging her purse around and hitting Sherlock in the chest.
The seven year old looked at his white shirt and the remnants of spider still smeared across it. "You killed Gladstone!" he cried, "I-You killed...My. Pet. Spider!"
Aunty Grace looked at the hysterical child - in the embrace of his mother. "I'm sorry. I panicked." She swallowed. "I heard that on average a person swallows eight spiders a year." Her cheeks flushed. "I've been antsy ever since. Please, forgive me Sherlock."
Later he ran up to his room, rooted around his drawer finding double sided tape, drew up a chart and placed it over his bed.
He cut a lengthy piece of tape and got into bed. Placing it securely on his mouth he closed his eyes and settled into sleep.
AN: So I'm thinking of adding a few chapters to this, what do you think? Please leave a review...drop me a line (don't do that - reviews are preferred) Scare4irony