To Lafemdilletante, because I said I would...
yours - Siriuspunk
"Watson, I hate chickens." Holmes stated, a dire look on his face.
"I know Holmes but while Mrs. Hudson is on holiday I see little chance of us eating properly if we remain at Baker street."
My friend grumbled under his breath, 'healthy eating.' and then added 'ridiculous' as an afterthought.
"Well I'm sorry Holmes but I am a doctor, and I do worry about your health when your appetite becomes infrequent."
"But I do wish you could have chosen a cottage without chickens, Watson, the birds have some strange vendetta against me."
"Nonsense Holmes!" I laughed, "Chickens don't have anything against you, I thought you were a man of sense for goodness sake!"
He turned from the window of our cottage, a foul look of distaste, pasted over his features, a moment later a chicken hit the window behind him, "See?!" He cried, "They're flinging themselves at the window! They're threatening me!"
"Holmes, chickens don't jump, plus the fact that that was clearly a coincidence!" I said, a stern glint in my eyes.
He gave me that displeased look of his again and turned to the window, sighing loudly as he did so.
"Holmes, you can sigh and pull faces all you want, you're not going back to London!"
"Oh, how can you do this to me Watson?" He cried, another chicken hit the window behind him, "I'm not safe!" He cried, leaping up from his seat and hurrying out of the room, I stood there for a moment, trying to keep a straight face, then I burst into peals of laughter, chickens holding a vendetta against Holmes, ridiculous!
Be afraid - be very afraid, chickens are strange freaks of nature and are, under no circumstances, to be trusted!
Thanks, hope you enjoyed it guys, methinks this will be the first chapter- because I never write long chapters so I still have a lot I wanted to say.
Please R&R!! come on - you know you want to!