Sherlock had just finished spinning another message in her web for John. The farmer beamed as he read the word aloud. "Humble, we've got a special pig. In fact, I think I'll take him to the fair this year." All the reporters cheered and John beamed.
The only person not enjoying John's moment of fame was Moriarty. "If he wins in the competition at the fair the farmer won't want to butcher him," he thought in disgust. Then he looked up at Sherlock. "You seem tired," he whispered aloud. Then Moriarty smiled as he thought to himself, "John, you're in for a fall. Spiders don't live that long."
Sherlock glared over at Moriarty and Moriarty shivered for it seemed as if the spider could read his thoughts.
John did a backflip and then another as Sherlock chuckled at his antics. The reporters had gone and John was radiant with joy. He was going to the fair which meant a step closer to avoiding the butcher's block.
As soon as the sun set Mycroft yawned and came out from underneath John's trough. "What's all the ruckus about?" He snarled with a curl to his lip.
"I'm going to the fair," John shouted for joy.
Mycroft yawned, "Goody for you."
Sherlock swung down and landed on John's nose. "Mycroft, we'll need you to go along as well."
Mycroft laughed. "Are you kidding me? Why would I want to be jostled around in a crate with a pig and a spider?"
Sherlock smiled with a sly twist to her mouth. "Do you know what a fair is like?"
Mycroft flicked his tail. "No, and I could care less."
"Well, I should think it would be right up your ally. There will be food lots of it. Tons of juke food, cakes, candy, popcorn and more." Sherlock said as she watched Mycroft lick his lips.
"Mustard drippings, bags of gooey caramel, hot dogs, cotton candy cooked all day by the sun?" Mycroft asked as he clapped his paws together.
Sherlock smiled, "Yes and much more."
Mycroft smiled back and said, "I'm coming when do we leave?"
All of the barnyard animals started talking at once. Only John noticed Sherlock's slow ascent up the barn wall. Noticing John's worried expression Sherlock called down to John. "John, you look sad. Today is a day of celebration and remember that even though you can't see me I can tell when you're sad."
John smiled back at Sherlock as he whispered, "Even when I think you're not looking?"
Sherlock winked a large blue eye at Sherlock as she answered, "Especially then."
The day of the fair dawned bright and clear. John watched as his crate was prepared and under the advice of the other animals he squealed when he was forced into the small square space. Mycroft swore as he avoided John's sharp hooves. "Watch it lard bucket or you'll trample me."
Once the crate was loaded on the truck John looked around for Sherlock. "Sherlock, are you here?" He whispered.
John had to listen for Sherlock's voice with care as she whispered, "Yes, John I'm here. Now be a good pig and let me rest."
John sighed in contentment. "I love you Sherlock."
"I love you too," Sherlock answered as she rested her head on her limbs.
