by Jordanna (librarie at jordanna.net)
Here are the drabbles I mentioned, exactly 100 words each
(not including the titles). Maureen, you're welcome to archive them,
if you actually want them. *g*
The first is fairly straightforward, but there's an in-joke to
the second. I'll explain if no one can guess who Mr. Adams is.
Choice of Words
Sherlock Holmes scowled at Beth Lestrade from the driver's seat
of her cruiser. They had just left the questioning of witnesses
at a crime scene--which left Lestrade in such intense hysterics,
he had insisted on driving. Not one of his better skills.
He was so flustered, he was having trouble concentrating on
that task, much less their case.
"The look on his face!" Lestrade gasped, wiping away tears.
"In two hundred years, there have been the most confounded
changes to the English language," Holmes sighed. "That is
assuredly the last time I will refer to a subject as queer."
Cat and Dog
Sherlock Holmes steepled his fingertips and stared up at the
ceiling. He had already deduced that the man in front of him was
an artist of some sort, formerly an engineer, and was vegetarian.
He was now awaiting the details of the man's dilemma.
"So, Mister Adams, your dog is missing?"
Adams nodded. "And my cat, too."
"Er, yes...." Holmes paused dubiously. "And what are the
particulars of these animals?"
Adams leaned forward conspiratorially and whispered, "They're
plotting to take over the world."
Closing his eyes, Holmes let out a long-suffering sigh. How do
the odd ones always find me?
Editor's Note: Dogbert and Catbert belong to Dilbert, and Dilbert
belongs to Scott Adams.
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