Sherlock’s gone hunting for Specimens in the park pond, scandalising many lovely ladies from the Mother’s Group who’d been strolling past at the time; earning the ire of his mother, who would later find his muddy Sherlock-sized footprints run throughout the house and muddy clothes left forgotten in the bathroom; and amusing his dear big brother, who’d been reading Dickens at the time and referred to him as Dodger for the following month in revenge for the telling off he got for not keeping a closer eye on him.