I stood atop the small scrub-covered bluff. A jumbled belt of saplings danced below my wind-carved throne; they were all splashed with golden light and every bit the equal of the coyote pup racing across dark and rippling grass. The edges of his reddish, wind-spun coat glowed golden, and silhouetted against the west as he was I could see his delicate profile and panting mouth.
Holmes and I were taking a holiday in the states, chiefly to visit Holmes's friend, Wilson Hargreave of the New York Police Bureau. As long as we were across the pond, it seemed reasonable to do some explorations of our own and I was thoroughly enjoying it. To my secret delight, no one had as yet pushed a fresh case onto my (often haggard) friend, and the rare chance to rest had been strengthening his mind and body.
I smiled now, as I saw Holmes poking about a rock pile near the birch. He straightened suddenly, hands cradling something delicate and sharp eyes seeking my person. I called to him, his grin widened and he broke into a brisk trot, covering the distance between us.
"Watson, look at this!" Holmes chuckled, slowing his pace as he drew near, eyes twinkling and gloved hands cupped. "Have you ever seen a spider with a violin on its back?"
A/N: This would, of course, be a Brown Recluse. DX Hopefully those are really thick gloves…oh man this one's funny methinks...