Day 18 - From V Tsuion: Miracle
A/N: 221B
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"I suppose he'll have to stay here longer since even Sherlock Holmes couldn't find who he belonged to," Mrs Hudson said as she dusted our sitting room. The brown and white spotted fuzzball followed her around the room, nipping playfully at her dress hem.
Holmes looked up from where he was observing his bees in their hive, a small smile on his lips. "The dog has already found who he belongs to."
"It's only temporary, until I can find him a good home," Mrs Hudson sputtered.
"Either way, we can't keep calling him dog, he needs a name," I said.
"I suppose I could call him Baker, since he followed me home on the street, and he loves to get underfoot when I bake," Mrs Hudson said, as she moved to clean the window next to Holmes' observation hive. "What are your bees up to now?"
"The last of the brood are emerging," Holmes said, pointing to a small fluffy bee chewing her way out of a cell. "They normally don't emerge this late, but they are kept warmer than usual inside the building."
Mrs Holmes peered closer. "I always did enjoy the miracle of a new life."
"Miracle! An excellent name," I cried, snapping my fingers.
"A new life is indeed a miracle," Holmes agreed, turning back to his bees.