For A Conclusion

I know eavesdropping is impolite, but I couldn't resist watching through the window when Bryna and her husband came to visit. Basil hated the fact that his brother-in-law was a former criminal, but Bryna insisted he was a good mouse.

"I brought someone you might want to meet." Bryna beamed and handed her brother a small bundle that squirmed a lot.

Basil frowned at the bundle. "What have you done?!"

Bryna looked as if she had been slapped. "You just became an uncle for the first time, and your first words are 'What have you done?!'"

"What did you expect?" Basil retorted. "I can hardly congratulate you for bringing a felon's child into the world!"

The baby mouse started crying, shrieking as it flailed its small fists. Basil tried to hand the infant back to its mother, but Bryna crossed her arms.

"Blame me for what you will, but the child has done no wrong!" she stated. "You need practice soothing the baby, Uncle."

Basil had never been fond of children, and this one was no exception. Fortunately, Mrs. Judson was only too eager to cuddle the baby and make it happy again.

The child's father never took his eyes off the infant, always smiling at the child fondly as he lightly clasped Bryna's hand. He may have been one of Ratigan's men in the past, but now his former criminal heart was nothing but tender. I could tell the only thing in the world that mattered to him was his family.

After a while, Bryna smiled at her baby and remarked, "We should go meet your Uncle Cliff." On her way out the door, she paused as Basil called her name. "Yes?"

"Congratulations." Basil attempted to smile. "I shall attempt to make a slight contribution for Christmas and the anniversary of the day the child was born."

When I told Felicia about the baby mouse, she smiled.

"You see," the cat began, "why do we need our own spouses and children? We have Bartholomew's nephew to snuggle, and now we have Basil's niece or nephew as well."

I had to agree that she had a point. All's well that ends w…

Hold that thought. Someone's at the door. It's probably someone else with a case for Mr. Holmes. There is never any real conclusion at Baker Street, only the beginning of the next case.