Random Conversations

Basil & I sat on the bench at the lonely bus stop.

It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the flowers were blooming...

And Basil was paying no attention to his surroundings.

He was sitting in a meditative position, his legs crossed, his eyes closed, deep in thought.

Basil slowly breathed in & out, before asking me, "Dawson, old bean, have you ever noticed how lovely the cityscape is today?"

I simply said, "Yes...but you haven't even LOOKED at it."

Basil waved his paw in the air, saying, "Tut, tut, tut. That is where you are mistaken, my boy."

I was getting a little irritated ay Basil's snippiness. "Mistaken?! I'M not the one who's mistaken! YOU are!"

Basil countered, "But you ARE mistaken, old chum."

I fumed a bit, before finally saying, "All right, Basil. You win. The cityscape is lovely, & you HAVE looked at it."

Basil leaned back in the bench, saying, "Ah, thank you, friend."

Then he closed his eyes again.

We did not say anything for what seemed like 10 more minutes.

Then the silence was broken by a question that seemed to form out of Basil's lips: "Dawson, old chap, I have a question for you: what do you think will happen to the Sun many years from now?"

I scratched my head. "Um...I guess it'll keep on burning."

Basil shook his head. "No," he said, "Actually, in about 50 billion years, the Sun, which is actually a star, will eventually burn up, & become a white dwarf."

I mused, "Oh. Well, then, I guess that's when the Apocalypse will take place."

Then more silence.

It lasted for about 5 minutes, until I inquired Basil with a riddle: "Basil, if a train is heading from York to Anglesey, & it crashes on the way to its destination, where would you bury the survivors?"

Basil scoffed lightly. "The answer to that is quite elementary: nowhere, because you don't bury survivors!"

Basil then began to chuckle.

I sighed in mild annoyance, wondering to myself if there was nothing that my friend couldn't solve.

Just then, our bus came to take us home.

Basil got up, & grabbed his things.

I followed suit.

We boarded the bus, got in our seats, & looked at the cityscape as the bus took us back to Lower 221B Baker Street.

THE END

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Author's Notes: And that was my story "Random Conversations".

I got the idea for this story while sitting in the fake "dugout" (which looked like a bus stop) on a field trip to Enron Field & Minute Maid Park in Houston, Texas.

Boy, you can find inspirations for fanfic in the strangest places! LOL!

BTW, Basil Of Baker Street & Dr. David Q. Dawson are copyrighted by Disney & Eve Titus. I do not own them, but I wish I did, darn it!

Read & review, but FLAMES WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED!!!!!!!!