"Holmes, what on earth is that?!" Watson said. He had walked into the sitting room, and there in the middle of the room was a big white box with what looked like shelves.
"That," Holmes said with a grin, "is a bee hive that I have just bought."
"Why on earth would you want a bee hive?"
"I think I told you I wanted to have a bee farm when I retired?"
"I thought you were joking about that!"
Holmes laughed and looked thoughtfully at the hive. "What do you think about having pet bees, Watson?"