There once was a boy, Martin Crieff
Who caused his parents some grief
He wanted to be a plane
But his efforts were in vain
The flight down from the roof is rather brief
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There was a steward, Arthur Shappey
Who knew the secret of being happy
Toss an apple, or rathe
Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Missing Kidney by valastaja, literature
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Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Missing Kidney
John woke up to the sound of Sherlock snoring. The detective was sprawled over him like an octopus, and John estimated his snoring to be roughly 2,5 on Richter scale he had become quite good at determining that.
John pried himself from Sherlock's death grip and left the bed for kitchen. On the way there he glanced around the flat. Nothing was out of ordinary: Sherlock's experiments were scattered around the living room, the skull was in its place on the mantelpiece, the unicorn was standing in the corner, peacefully munching on hay... Wait, what?!
"SHERLOCK!"
"...What?" Sherlock murmured.
"What the hell did you put in my tea last n