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“And finally, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson,” Mr Hastings, the summer camp instructor, announced.
Sherlock turned to the other boy, John, and held out his hand. John seemed surprised, he was used to high-fiving, but he didn’t want to embarrass Sherlock or make things awkward, after all, he would be living with this boy for the next 5 days.
Sherlock split the tent into two sections, one each. One side of the tent was neat and tidy, things were folded and put in their proper places. The other side was messy and disorganised, things were piled on top of each other in a seemingly random order.
To John’s surprise, Sherlock fished a jar out from under his pyjamas. “Come on,” Sherlock said, beckoning. It was late at night but the two boys silently tiptoed out into the forest.
“What are we doing?” John asked.
“I need to catch some tadpoles.”
“What?”
“I am doing an experiment. I need tadpoles.”
They reached a small lake and Sherlock unscrewed the jar, placing some tadpoles in it. He leaned forwards to reach another when he fell in. He shrieked as the water froze him and John couldn’t help but laugh. John tried to help Sherlock but slipped in too. Sherlock laughed at the irony of the situation. The friendship of a lifetime had begun.