The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: Equestrian Version

Location: Canterlot castle. Time; 1:19 p.m.

The castle hallway was bustling with guards as a stallion with black hair and a navy blue trench coat walked down the hallway. Beside him, was another stallion. But this stallion seemed to be different from the other. Besides the blonde hair and grey coat, he seemed excited to be at the castle. As they walked down the hallway, they seemed to have a mental conversation. When they got to the door, the pony in the blue trench coat turned to the other pony.

"Why are you following me sir. Is your profession as being a doctor just not paying enough, or is it girlfriend trouble as can be told by the smear of lipstick on your neck, or is it stress which can be told by the twiching of your wings." said the pony as the door to the room they both were, both of them, seemed to be going to see the one person in the room: Mycroft.

"Welcome, Mr. Holmes. I have something to ask you. Why did you slap the chief officer?" asked Mycroft as she walked to The pony in a blue trench coat.

"Well, sister, he accused a pony of a crime that, clearly, couldn't be handled by that pony. He was a the drug dealer, but wasn't the killer. The killer had a size 6 hoof, while he had a size 7. And the dealer wrecked of alcohol and fish, while the crime was over in the far west side of town. Why didn't anyone else slap him is the real question." said Sherlock as if he knew everything.

"And this is the reason I hired Dr. Watson for you. Your behavior has been reaching ears of everypony, and it's not easy covering your tracks. So now, Dr. Watson," she points to the other pony from earlier, "Sherlock is your responsibility."

Dr. Watson walked over to Mindcraft, " Umm, Ms. Mycroft, I don't think this will work."

"Oh Dr. Watson, just give it a few hours and you'll be fine. Or maybe a week. Well, better follow him." She pointed to the door and saw that Sherlock was walking away.

"Holmes, wait up!" said Watson as he trotted after Sherlock.

Location: 221B Baker Street. Time: 2:15

Baker street was bustling with ponies. There was ponies were selling and buying food or books, unicorns painting the walls of a house, and some pegesus were putting roof shingles on the house across the street. As Watson walked to the house where Sherlock seemed to have entered, he noticed the address: 221B. Watson walked inside to see a nice elderly mare sweeping the hallway.

"Excuse me, did a Sherlock Holmes walking here?" asked Watson as he looked around. The hallway had a stair case leading to another floor. but on the other side of the staircase, the hallway looked lively with colors bursted out of the art hung on every inch of the hallway.

"Oh, your the Doctor that he was talking about, yes he lives upstairs. First door to your left. Oh and tell him his renis to be paid soon." said the elderly mare as she pointed up stairs with the broom.

Watson walked up the stairs to see that the door to his left was wide open. He walked inside and saw that there were notes tied up on yarn all over the room. Watson noticed one of the notes on the floor and flipped it over. He read the note: If you can make it through to the kitchen, you can live here. signed S H.

Watson laid on the floor and started to army crawl to the Kitchen, When he got to the living room, he noticed a violin case on the floor. Watson looked up and saw that Sherlock had shelves of books. The bookcases were on both sides of his fireplace, which on top of it held a mirror and a smoking pipe. Watson got to a part of the room where he could stand and he saw what the room had. There was a couch by the windows on the west side of the room, and on the other side of the door was a open way to the kitchen. There were two chairs that seemed to be circled around the fireplace. Watson looked into the kitchen and saw that someone had placed a tray of tea and muffins.

"That must have been the lady from downstairs before the string went up." said Watson as he started to army crawl again.

When Watson got to the kitchen, he stood up and saw Sherlock was standing at the island in the middle of the room, "You could have went through the door but I like your perseverance and willing to go through the route least taken. Welcome to your new home, Dr. Watson." said Sherlock as he stuck out his hoof.

"Please call me Watson." said Watson as he shock Sherlock's hoof.

"Well, lets go. There's been a murder and the police would like to see me, or rather ask for me, in fifteen minuets so lets go. Grab a jacket." said Sherlock as he ran out the door. Watson saw that there was a grey coat on the table and there was a note in it. Good to have you Dr. Watson. S H.