December 8: "Mrs. Hudson witnesses a crime" (from mrspencil)
I took the prompt very loosely this time. A 221b drabble.
The first time Mrs. Hudson saw the tiny footprints in her flour she thought she must be losing touch with reality.
The second time, she was decided that either she had lost her mind entirely, or there was more to reality than she had previously thought. For while they were very small indeed, they were undoubtedly footprints, not pawprints. (She borrowed Mr. Holmes's magnifying glass to be certain). She examined the footprints in the flour on the counter, and more faint (but still clear enough) trail they made to what appeared to be a little crack in the wall.
She returned her attention to the counter, where she examined the biscuit dough. She had left it sitting upon a hearty sprinkling of flour while she made a quick stop in the washroom, but now where the tiny footprints led up to the ball of dough, a little piece was clearly missing.
It was an impossible situation! What tiny creatures could be after her sweets? She again followed the footsteps to the wall, and knelt down. The landlady couldn't believe her nose when she caught the unmistakable scent of baking biscuit dough.
In time, she came to meet Basil and Dawson, the much smaller residents of 221b Baker Street, and there was no longer a need for them to steal her baking.