Happy Fluffy Snow Time Magic
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, John and Sherlock went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and John hit Sherlock in his genitalia with a big pretentious iceball. It hurt a lot, but John kissed it tenderly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really masculine snow man!" John said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Sherlock said. "That would be more romantic and politically correct."
"I know," John said. "We can make a snow dinosaur. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up spastically and made a sexy snow dinosaur. John put on a peanut for the tooth. The dinosaur was almost as big as Sherlock.
"It looks feminine," John said sadly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Sherlock said and held up a shiny tiara. "I found this in a drag race." He put the tiara onto the dinosaur's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the dinosaur, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like some sort of humorous extended metaphor.
Sherlock screamed like a little girl and ran but the snow dinosaur chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow dinosaur sexed up him sexily.
"Nobody does that to my Little Field Mouse!" John screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow dinosaur through the ear. It fell down and John kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Sherlock said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The tiara lay in the yard until a sketchy child picked it up and took it home.
Anderson found the remains of the snow dinosaur and wept bitterly over it's death.
The End