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Watson grumbled when she saw the water in Martha’s basement. “I hate getting my fur wet,” she muttered to Sherlock.
Sherlock swatted her with a paw. He, of course, jumped right in and swam right up to the curious contraption in the middle of the basement, now half-flooded. She saw his ears poking out of the water as he investigated.
“I’m not grooming that muck off you later!” Watson shouted to Sherlock. She studied the water with imperious calm, then cautiously poked a paw in. She recoiled at the cold and quickly withdrew. Perhaps she’d just wait at the door.
