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Carpal Tunnel Christmas!
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A - A - A
Dec 1, 2015
2 Mins Read
428 Words
No Plagiarism!58HDKlqvoSk4YPXMXLgsposted on PENANA

Sherlock and Mycroft wandered through the market, their parents somewhere ahead of them, but they had no idea where. "We lost them, Myc..." Sherlock moaned.copyright protection66PENANAsz17023MZK

Mycroft sighed and held his little brother's hand. "They'll find us. Sooner or later they'll realize we got caught in the crowds of Christmas shoppers and come back for us."copyright protection66PENANAg4TYIEj89H

"I have some walnuts for when you start to get hungry," Sherlock offered.copyright protection66PENANA1tMZjKMhw3

"Ha. Ha ha. I'm laughing so hard." Mycroft sighed. "Look, we'll be fine. I promise."copyright protection66PENANAJYDK5EN8qM

An older kid with a flute in hand ran right in front of their path. Sherlock fell on his face into a mud puddle. Mycroft laughed and helped the boy up. Sherlock pouted. Mycroft rolled his eyes and continued their search for their parents. "They can't have just gotten into Santa's sleigh and flown off?" Sherlock queried.copyright protection66PENANASGRMFAqYIA

Mycroft was about to say Santa wasn't real when he realized who he was talking to. "No, Santa's probably still at the North Pole; he needs to pack all the presents, after all."copyright protection66PENANAGK4sJndwEJ

Sherlock nodded. A dove flew overhead and a man chased it with a sword, screaming that he was going to kill it. Mycroft looked after him and shook his head. "There are all sorts of people 'round here, we need to find Mummy quickly."copyright protection66PENANAAnHd8MRWUh

"Yeah, or we might get trampled. Right, Myc? ...Myc?"copyright protection66PENANAJNYBADb0CU

Mycroft didn't hear what his brother said. He was too busy looking at a leather bound journal in a nearby stall. "How much for the journal?" he asked.copyright protection66PENANAAiEELo2YVH

The woman behind the stall looked at him and laughed, her voice like bells, but harsher and disbelieving. "You don't have the money for it, sweetheart," she sang.copyright protection66PENANAHv4pIdbAa6

"How much?" Mycroft insisted.copyright protection66PENANARTUQuvuGv7

The woman sighed, "10 pounds."copyright protection66PENANAA6pfLbDN9z

Mycroft took out his allowance and groaned. "I only have 7!"copyright protection66PENANAuR4zgNNsnX

The woman sighed. "Well, then, I guess you won't be getting it, will you?"copyright protection66PENANAzfRu5mZA2v

Sherlock came up. "Wait!" he handed 3 pounds-half of his allowance-to his brother. "I got the other 3."copyright protection66PENANAHDB7Smiwas

Mycroft smiled at Sherlock, gave the woman the money, and grabbed the journal, hugging it close. "Thanks, Sherlock. I owe you one," he grinned.copyright protection66PENANA5FkaeBX23k

"You can pay me back by taking the blame for getting lost in this crowd when we find Mummy and Father."copyright protection66PENANAZDzQ7Fc7gf

Mycroft nodded. "It's a deal."copyright protection66PENANACYSd5LAoiK

The two set off back in the crowd, determined to find their parents before their parents found them in an effort to get out of trouble for being lost.copyright protection66PENANARopbyEMwGQ

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