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This is wonderful ^__^ And I hadn't realised that Mouselet hadn't taken an active role in a case before - it's lovely that she gets to have a go.

I'm just going to list all my favourite bits - it's a long list ^__^

Not to mention sewing up split seams, replacing buttons, and so on, because the Ferret will insist on snacking.

“No,” Mr Holmes replied. “He has to go with Dr Watson. Their organ grinder and monkey act have been booked elsewhere.” Dr Watson groaned – he’s not keen on being an organ grinder. He’s also not very good at it. That would be a rude thing to say, but he knows it’s true and has said so himself.

He did a dance to demonstrate what it would look like if a small mouse was pretending to be a monkey. Aemelia Vole, who was making certain necessary adjustments to the Ferret’s waistcoat, accidentally stuck her needle in him.

Mr Holmes just smiled at me, and said, “And I’m sure Inspector Hopkins would be very grateful for the help.” Well, if that was the case, then of course I’d help. ^___^

There were rubbers, a tobacco patch, some matches, various torn up bits of paper (in fact it was a lot like Mr Holmes’ desk drawer, except the glue hadn’t been upset inside it).

By the time we got back to 221B Baker Street I was so tired I fell asleep in Mr Holmes’ Persian slipper. Not, I hasten to add, the one he keeps his tobacco in, for that would be most unpleasant, but the other one, which for some reason was sitting on the mantelpiece. I don’t know why it was there, but both Aemelia and I agree it does make a very good bed.

It is extremely provoking of Mr Holmes to delay making important announcements on the pretext of providing food and drink. Especially so because he is not generally particularly interested in such matters at other times. So, so true ^__^