Prompt: Giant rabbits, from V Tsuion
It was some five years after the end of the war when a small mystery presented itself. Despite his retirement, Holmes occasionally took cases for the government, our neighbors, or, when all else failed, for his own amusement. One cannot change their nature.
It began during Holmes's daily rounds among the beehives, when he noticed small bald patches among the grass. The patches grew in roughly, so that over the successive weeks the grass looked uneven. Holmes took great care in ensuring his bees had the ideal habitat, and the loss of the grass peeved him to no end.
"I shall work out who is to blame, rest assured, Watson," he said.
"Who on earth would want to cut grass in such a manner?" I asked. "Or at all?" I could not see that the grass, common as it was throughout Southern England, could be worth anything to anybody. "You simply miss having a case to solve."
"Well, then, I shall solve this one and alleviate my own boredom," Holmes said. As the culprit must be doing his work at night, my friend resolved to sit in watch, as we had more than once while waiting for a criminal.
I refrained from saying that many others would think the great Sherlock Holmes had come down in the world, if they could see him now. Nor did I join him, as the prospect of a night spent outdoors was no longer a pleasant one.
Holmes returned the next morning with his arms full of what I thought were furs, until the bundle moved. It was, in fact, the largest rabbit I had ever seen in my life.
"Good heavens, Holmes, that must weigh nearly thirty pounds!" I cried.
"Perhaps more," Holmes said. "Though it is docile enough. It came right to me."
As the rabbit was now eating the carrot I offered it, I could see it would have been easy to capture. "I take it this creature was responsible for the bald patches?" I asked.
"It would seem so," Holmes said. "A pleasant enough creature; no doubt used to humans."
Knowing here this was likely to go, I simply sighed. Holmes, despite his cold exterior, had a weakness for animals, which I suspect began with Toby and continued with our long association with our little fellow lodgers Basil and Dawson. "You may keep it if you wish."
"Excellent," Holmes said. "Once properly housed, I am sure it will not bother my bees."
A/N: The rabbit in question is a Flemish Giant Rabbit, which can weigh up to fifty pounds.
I had intended to make this a 221b, which I ended up not being able to do, but the last word is still a b