Right something I wrote randomly earlier. Ages are as following:
John - seven
Harriet - fourteen
Sherlock - nine
Mycroft - sixteen
"Harry! Harry!"Seven year old John Watson called.
"What is it John, what do you want?" His sister Harriet snapped.
"Can we go to the ducks. Please, I want to feed the ducks."
"Why? I want to talk to Elly and Sophii."
"I brought bread, and all you do is sit and talk about boys, what's the fun in that?"
"Much more fun than feeding the ducks." He retorted.
She grabbed his arm and marched him off toward the skate-park. He scuffed his heels against the tarmac and searched for something to do. He watched his fourteen year old sister join her friends behind a large ramp and he heard her exclaim in delight when she discovered what they had this week. Pah, take her brother to the park? Yeah of course, perfect place to get booze off her friends, perfect. But not for him. He stopped, there was a huge crowd of people by the climbing frame. Turning he yelled at his sister. "Harry I'm going to the climbing frame." And before she could reply he was gone. She wouldn't care anyway.
John pushed forward, wondering is someone was hurt. There were three kids and some adults. One - the girl, was crying, a brown haired, blue eyed boy was standing looking very pleased with himself, and the other boy seemed angry and impatient, clearly wanting to leave. He was talking to the one with the brown hair and blue eyes.
"Come on Sherlock. We have to leave."
"No. She didn't fall, she was pushed."
"She wasn't, she said herself, now have a sugar free jellytot and let's leave."
"No, the kid in the stripey coat did it, see. He's scuffing his trainers suspiciously, and look at the way he's twisting his hands, he's glancing around suspiciously in fear of being watched. And, he was on the climbing frame with her, they were arguing, they both wanted to the detective in their game. But she said no to being the criminal, mind you, a criminal would be quite cool. Sherlock Holmes - Consulting Criminal. Anyway, he pushed her."
"Come on, stop being the playground detective and lets go." He sighed. "God, you a criminal, Lord help us."
"I'd make a great criminal."
"Too good."
"Nah, I'd be fantastic. You do realize those sweets won't help your diet you know, they do have sugar in them,."
"Whaaa."
"Well they are 3.6875 centimeters in diameter and there are small marks which are signs of..."
"Shut it Sherlock, mummy won't be pleased if we are late."
And they were gone. Off out of the park. John heard Harriet calling him.
"John! John! Wen need to leave! Lets go."
He ran off to join her. Curious about the two boys. The younger one was right of course, he had seen the boy in the striped coat push her. But how had he known Was what puzzled John. What was he.
A good guesser or a child genius?