"I hate nature Watson." Holmes muttered as we walked down the path to the river.
"Where is your sense of peace Holmes?" I asked rolling my eyes I climbed over some fallen trees.
"I think I left it back at the longings." He said sourly as he swatted at a fly buzzing around his head.
With a laugh I walked to the bank of the river and started to skip some stones. Holmes was fighting against an army of bugs. Finally, he hit a bee's nest by accident and he ran like hell past me with a swarm at his heels. I couldn't stop laughing as he dived into the river and the bees left.
"I hate you Watson." he said as pulled himself out of the river sputtering. "Why I ever agreed to come with you is anyone's guess."
As he walked out of the river I said in a innocent tone, "But Holmes, you get along so well with the animals out here."
Sherlock pushed me in the river as I laughed at him.