This short drabble was inspired by this tumblr photo that I found. I posted this on tumblr too.

Otters and Sherlock

John gaped, groceries dropping to the floor. The sound of eggs cracking open, splashing their gooey innards everywhere was quite refreshing to Sherlock.
"Is there something bothering you?" asked Sherlock, an eyebrow quirked.
"No. No. Of course not…WHY THE BLOODY HELL IS THERE AN OTTER SWIMMING IN MY BATHTUB? ON A SECOND NOTE, WHY IS MY BATHTUB NOT IN MY BATHROOM?"
"Experiment of course. I would have expected you to have started using the deduction skills that I worked hard to cultivate. Anyway we're hungry so go make some food and DO clean up that mess on my hardwood floors."
John spluttered and just gave up.