I fear I'm overusing this genre but between KCS's challenge and The Fool's Hope comment about my using said genre . . . well, I couldn't resist. But my gosh, I owe that poor man a steak dinner! (has a sudden and very wrong thought) Nah, not even I would turn Holmes into a cow.
Lestrade made a strangled sound unique to people changing laughs to coughs. "Any idea what happened this time?" he finally asked. "I mean, he could speak English in her other furry-fics."
Watson sighed. "She already apologized about that. Apparently chickens aren't 'furry.'" He waved away a floating feather as if to emphasize that. "As such, there were . . . . difficulties. Holmes may still be cognizant, for all we know."
They looked towards the chicken they had finally caught and imprisoned in an up-ended basket. It clucked indignantly.
"What does that mean?" Watson wondered.
Lestrade shrugged. "I have no idea. I'm no chicken."