December 10: A kid has lost an exotic pet which would be a rather mundane and possibly even a food animal in the Americas. (from Lucillia)
A/N: Watson's POV.
I heard the sound of several hands frantically knocking at the front door of the flat, and as Mrs. Hudson and Holmes were both out, hurried (as quickly as I could, with my bad leg and shoulder) to see who was there.
Upon opening the door, I was nearly run over by four young street urchins with flushed faces as they hurried inside to where it was warmer. I had lived with Holmes long enough now to know about his little Irregulars, and assumed that these children were members of that little gang.
"Doctor, Doctor!" the boy with curly brown hair exclaimed. "Oi've lost Alex! Is Mr. 'Olmes here?! Oi reckon 'e could 'elp me foind 'im!"
"Mr. Holmes is out, I'm afraid," I replied. "Who's Alex?"
"'E's my pet, sir," the boy replied. "'E's a li'le baby 'Merican Alligator!"
I blinked, my mind slowly registering this fact. "You have lost an alligator?!"
"Yes!" he exclaimed. "'E's jus' a li'le baby, though' 'e ain't gonna hurt nuffin', but Oi'm afraid that if someone else foinds 'im, they'll get awful scared and 'urt 'im!"
"I see," I replied, rubbing my temple. Great, now I'd better help the boy find his alligator. "Well, I'm no Sherlock Holmes, but maybe I can help you boys find Alex. Now, where did you last see him?"
A/N: I'm stopping here, because I'm exhausted and I have an awful cold and I feel generally crappy and unmotivated. However, I may continue this at some point when I feel up to it, because a baby alligator investigation sounds like fun. :)