Bath
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Werepather33, who suggested I do something cheerful. Hope this satisfies! :)
I was reading by the fire when I heard the sitting room door open and my friend Sherlock Holmes enter the room. Glancing up to greet him, I did a double take before sitting straight in my chair and staring at him with wide eyes as I fought the sudden urge to laugh. "Holmes! What on earth happened?"
Holmes shot me a scathing glare before storming off to his bedroom. I followed him as far as the door, grinning like mad.
"Holmes," I choked around my merriment as I leaned against his doorframe and watched him remove his jacket. "Why – dare I ask – are you covered in chicken feathers?"
"Do you remember the McCalister case, Watson?" I nodded.
"Well, I solved it!" My friend beamed.
"I'm glad, Holmes," I grinned. "But what has that got to do with chickens?"
Holmes blushed before beginning a rather fascinating tale involving a lady's shoe, three stolen diamonds, a large barrel of honey and seven extremely territorial chickens.
By the time he had finished I could barely breathe for laughing and Holmes was glaring at me indignantly.
"Oh yes, it's so amusing," Holmes pouted, and I grinned up at him.
"Sorry, Holmes."
Sniffing in pride, Holmes mustered what remained of his dignity. "If you'll excuse me, Watson," he said "I think I need a bath."
A/N/2: I'm not usually good at "funny", so please leave me a review and let me know how I did. Until next time!