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I was sitting in our garden when I saw him. He had brown and short hair and he looked at me and I looked at him and then he smiled like a pirate.
“Hullo”, he said to me and it was so exciting because I had never seen him before! Obviously I replied “hey” and then he asked what my name is. I told him that it is Sherlock and I said the r correctly!
“What’s your name then?” I asked him and he replied that “Moriarty” but I can’t say it because it has too many r:s and it’s so hard. I said to Moliaty that he has a weird name but he didn’t get angry at me because he was nice and then he said that I have also a weird name and Moliaty is his last name. But he didn’t have other name and that’s why he was Moliaty but it didn’t matter because he is my friend.
Mycroft listened to his little brother’s stories interestedly. All the time Sherlock had been outside, he had been alone and there had been no boy named Moriarty, Mycroft had watched over Sherlock. And he couldn’t take that kind of story seriously, when the other kids avoided Sherlock instead of they would come to play with him. They thought Sherlock was a freak.
But what Sherlock’s story actually told, was the fact that Sherlock had gone mad, and that was the thing Mycroft had expected for a very long time.