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SITTING ROOM. NIGHT. SEMI-DARKNESS.
Holmes works at an experiment. Occasional explosions.
Watson enters.
Holmes: Could you not sleep?
Watson: (pointedly) No.
Crosses to fireside chair. Trips on bearskin hearthrug.
Watson: Damn!
Noises without. Ruffians enter.
Leader: Die, Mr Holmes!
Watson: (wraps himself in bearskin) Raaaawr!
Ruffians yell. Exit, pursued by a bear.
Big pause.
Holmes: Why the big paws..?
Curtain
Holmes works at an experiment. Occasional explosions.
Watson enters.
Holmes: Could you not sleep?
Watson: (pointedly) No.
Crosses to fireside chair. Trips on bearskin hearthrug.
Watson: Damn!
Noises without. Ruffians enter.
Leader: Die, Mr Holmes!
Watson: (wraps himself in bearskin) Raaaawr!
Ruffians yell. Exit, pursued by a bear.
Big pause.
Holmes: Why the big paws..?
Curtain
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when you've a love
in repose,
all quiets
are woven together.
all worries and
worships and
weathering
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covered.
every summer
warms, every winter
draws closer.
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sweeter than
heaven.
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We have had some dramatic entrances and exits upon our small stage at Baker Street…
…our bearskin hearthrug.
All words are included in the 60 word count. (I’ve gone off at a tangent for this one.)
This story has the subtitle: Drama.
Part of my attempt to write a 60 word story for each of Conan Doyle's 60 Sherlock Holmes novels and short stories. Inspired by sherlock60's Sherlock Holmes: 60 for 60 challenge on LiveJournal, and also by ~demonempress (~Hisietari) who is taking part in the challenge ^^
…our bearskin hearthrug.
All words are included in the 60 word count. (I’ve gone off at a tangent for this one.)
This story has the subtitle: Drama.
Part of my attempt to write a 60 word story for each of Conan Doyle's 60 Sherlock Holmes novels and short stories. Inspired by sherlock60's Sherlock Holmes: 60 for 60 challenge on LiveJournal, and also by ~demonempress (~Hisietari) who is taking part in the challenge ^^
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Oh my gosh it took me forever to figure out the paws. 
You always make the best play on words! It's a real challenge for me to figure them out, sometimes (maybe something to do with the british humor - I'm afraid I'm not quite used to it, although I find it great - better than a pie in the face. Nothing beats witty.)