Part XVI The Giant Rat of Sumatra

Part XVI  The Giant Rat of Sumatra


"He died of acute constipation," was veterinarian Fred Clegg's conclusion when the Giant Rat of Sumatra was found dead in his cage the next morning.


"With those two tons of cheese he ate aboard the Matilda Briggs and all those cats around Stamford he ate to say nothing of the woman wearing the skinned cat fur coat that he ate, I'm not surprised," was Holmes' brilliant observation.


"May he rest in peace," one of the circus dwarves crossed himself.


"He'll never be able to make his premiere appearance on the circus stage," Vittoria Donna Gina sighed sadly.


"That might be a good thing," Holmes picked up the huge tail of the monster rodent, "this was probably a tail for which the world is not yet prepared."


"I did not consider that the problem of constipation might do in my creation," Faust lowered his Golden Masked head in shame.


"It probably didn't occur to Victor Frankenstein either," Fred Clegg quipped, "that a sudden bolt of irregularity might do in his creation created by a sudden bolt of lightning."


"I suppose it's back to the drawing board for you, Dr. Faustus," Holmes commented.


"If only I had the ability to sketch like Leonardo Da Vinci," Faust said sadly.


"I wouldn't mind banging a woman who would make an excellent subject for a Pre-Raphaelite painting," Holmes ejaculated suddenly- both verbally and otherwise.

Being in the presence of Vittoria Donna Gina was making Holmes feel a bit amorous.


"Well, I better round up the other dwarves and get this body out of here," the dwarf commented.

" I wish I had a camera for this," was Fred Clegg's final commentary.


-A Sherlock Holmes novella chapter
 written by Christopher
 Sunday October 25th
 2015.




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