Previously on Sherlock Herms: The Making of a Master Detective-Part 9
“What’s the Chewy.com box for?” I asked Dori.
“Wemember when I asked if yoo knew where babies come from? Yoo said storks. But I knew better. Yes, storks are involved, but they deliver babies that come from Chewy.com.”
“But what does a Chewy box have to do with getting me home?”
Dori assembled the cardboard into it’s box shape. “Simple, Hwermie. Yoo get into the box, and I bwing yoo home.”
“But Mosey moves away when I approach him.”
Dori gestured to the box. “Get in.”
I tried to hop inside, but the damp, soggy English weather had seeped into my old bones and I struggled. Finally Dori tipped the box on its side, I walked in, and she flipped the lid closed. I heard her ask Mrs. Gray for help. I felt the box leave the floor, but then I was jiggled around as Mrs. Gray chased after Mosey.
She finally placed the box on the floor and I rolled out. “It’s not going to work, Dori.”
Instead of tears I saw determination on my little sisfur’s pretty face. “It’s going to work, Hwermie. I’m gonna get yoo home. Or I’m staying here with yoo. Yoor my brofur and bestest furend. I’m never gonna leave yoo.”