The Adventures of Sherlock Bones 1: Doggone

The Adventures of Sherlock Bones 1: Doggone — page 5
the upper story further allows me to keep more distance between myself and the rest of the world Now all I wanted was peace and quiet and to nap in my yard Only I couldn't stop thinking about the friend who had stopped by the day before Let's call him Paul When Paul arrived he had looked about awkwardly clearly hoping I would invite him in for a treat or perhaps a go at playing soccer with my ball of yarn But I had no such desire I'm not much for entertaining Paul had then told me that he had a friend who was looking for a place to live and that after my adventures he thought it would be good for me to have some regular company I snorted The very idea I know what comes with regular company irregular naps that's what As soon as I was done snorting Paul mentioned how he knew I had plenty of rooms in my house and that he thought his friend would like those rooms very much Also he was tired of having his friend lodge with him and had exhausted his supply of other friends upon whom he might fob off this one He told me his friend's name Sherlock Bones and I couldn't help but immediately think what an odd one it was That's when I told my friend to be on his merry way I informed him that while I did not mind occasional company I neither wanted nor needed regular company