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Little Sherlock 7When he woke up from his nap, Sherlock rubbed the sleep from his eyes and hopped out of bed. The room was big with lots of toys in it. He stared at the place in wonder. He was going to go find Mycroft immediately and get his ice cream that he was promised, but he supposed a few minutes of playing wouldn't take up too much time.
He eagerly rushed towards the toy box and popped open the lid. Toy cars, action figures, water guns and bouncing balls were all tucked neatly inside in an orderly fashion. It wouldn't take Sherlock long to mess everything up. He grabbed a red toy truck and went over to the middle of the room. The carpet was decorated to look like an entire city, so Sherlock made sure the toy truck stayed on the street. He went pass the hospital, then the park, and the police station after that. He made believed that the police were chasing after him, so he sped up, making 'vroom vroom' sounds as he glided the truck across the floor.
Sherlock didn't notice that someone was watchi
Little Sherlock 5Hesitantly, Sherlock took a sip of the bubbling liquid. It attacked his taste buds with its bitterness and he unintentionally dropped the vial onto the floor. It cracked from the contact.
John had his hand on Sherlock's tiny shoulder in seconds.
The three-year-old's stomach was burning like fire. Sherlock's head was starting to get dizzy. In the next instant he blacked out.
He woke up on his bed, which was a lot bigger than it usually was, meaning that the potion did not work. He cursed. John had been sitting by his bedside the whole time. The doctor looked up from his book and immediately threw it aside to examine Sherlock.
"Oh thank God! Don't do that again. Are you alright?"
Sherlock groaned. John didn't know how to breach the next subject.
"Moriarty came over, trying to get you back."
This bit of information caused Sherlock to sit up. John gently pushed him back down again.
"Don't worry. Mycroft stopped him."
"How?" asked Sherlock.
John bit his lip. He was hoping Sher
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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