It was the night of the full moon and something evil was a foot. Granny was in bed when she heard the noise. A spine-tingling howl that made your blood freeze and your bones stop functioning. "Someone's just walked over my grave." It had happened before but never like this. Even then, despite the howling, she heard a knocking sound on her door. Being hospitable, she went to open the door and was greeted by a horrific sight. A wolf like no other. Saliva dripping from its bloody maw and an intoxicating breath. Granny opened her mouth to scream but the wolf clamped its jaws around before the noise could escape. Swallowing the old woman, the wolf wrecked the house and walked away, leaving the ramshackle house behind it.
"So, what were you saying?" asked Sherlock."I wasn't paying any attention."
"I was saying Sherlock," sighed a young girl who went by the name of Red. "That last month, on the night of the full moon, my Granny disappeared. She even made me this red coat I'm wearing now."
"Basically Sherlock," elaborated John."She wants you to investigate the case of the missing Granny."
Sherlock coughed. "Well why you didn't say so is a mystery to me. And no mystery is too great for the great Sherlock Holmes."
"I did Mr Holmes a number of times."
John walked over to Red and said "Sorry about this. It's his Asperger's kicking in, makes him cocky."
"Mr Holmes," Begged Red. "Outside were gigantic paw prints, and outside her house...I found this!" She revealed a scrap of wiry fur that looked like it had been torn away by a gnarled hand.#
"Interested now Sherlock?" she asked.
"Let's get on with the case" Sherlock replied.
He grabbed his deerstalker (ear hat) and his scarf, put on his very snazzy coat and ushered John and Red out of the door.