The challenge from Teej: use the words "flagrant", "spandex" and "triskaidekaphobia" and the story must somehow involve a petting zoo. Honestly, I have no idea!
The Petting Zoo
John couldn't help but stare. In a flagrant disregard for what constitutes appropriate clothing when visiting a petting zoo, standing off to the side with a moue of distaste on her face was a woman wearing open-toed sandals with a heel of at least 5 inches, and the tightest, fuchsia-est spandex outfit he'd ever seen. Her attire had even made Sherlock do a double-take.
They'd arrived at Mudchute Park and Farm about an hour earlier, called in to investigate the theft of their prized herd of Pigmy Goats. They were favourites of the children, and the entire group – 13 in total – had disappeared overnight.
John was surprised that Sherlock had agreed to take the case, but when he'd questioned Sherlock's motives, the only response he'd received was, "I have some lovely memories of Mudchute."
So, here he was, early on a Saturday morning, torn between watching Sherlock's antics as he flitted about the goat enclosure and the woman in spandex, who was now teetering her way through the grass, her heels sinking in with every step.
A cry of "Triskaidekaphobia, John!" caught his attention.
"What?" asked John.
"Triskaidekaphobia. That's why the goats were taken. Their keeper is extremely suspicious of the number thirteen."
"Okay … but then why didn't he simply take one goat instead of thirteen?"
"Because he's a blockhead?"
