I'm writing this letter to tell you why our youngest Sherlock won't be able to visit school in the next weeks.
As you surely know there are several buildings going on at our home these days, and it all started as Sherlock wanted to help a
bit.
My dear husband told him it's dangerous and not necessary to help, but our son insisted. So he climbed up the ladders to the
roof and started to help by clearing some bricks. But instead of bringing them down the ladders he simply throw them down
from up there. As his brother almost got hit by one, my husband told Sherlock that if he wants to help clearing the bricks he has
to cart them down the ladders.
I'm not sure if our youngest was just lazy or whatever, but in suddenly we saw him standing down at the wall, untying a rope
which was connected to a barrel full of bricks that hung by the roof.
I'm know he only wanted to help, and that a quick as possible, but he surely should have noticed that a barrel full of
building-bricks is much heavier than a 8-year-old boy. My husband and some workers wanted to stop him from untying the
knot, but they were to late. The barrel fell like lead and our son, clinging to the rope shot up towards the roof. 
Well, he shot up till he got hit on the shoulder by the falling barrel. It continued speeding towards the ground and so Sherlock
continued speeding towards the roof, hitting his head on the pulley-wheel as he reached it. He didn't even had time to scream
cause of his hand which he had just bruised in the same pulley, as the barrel reached the ground, what caused half of the bricks
to fall out. We all knew that our son now was heavier than the barrel so we tried to stop it from speeding up again, but again
we were too late. Once the bricks had fallen to the ground, Sherlock started falling to the ground, the rope still in his hand. He
landed right on the broken bricks, breaking a leg and his wrist. He groaned, as the barrel reached the top and crashed against
the pulley-wheel, what made the barrel's bottom burst. A shower of bricks rained down on our poor son and his injured hands
were no longer strong enough to hold the rope, so he let it go. Of course the barrel now was heavier again, so it speeded down
and crashed right across Sherlock, as he laid there groaning with pain on the ground. It broke two rips, the other leg and his left
arm. And as if that wasn't tragedy enough the pulley-wheel fell down as well, causing his nose to break as it hit him.
So, I hope you understand why Sherlock will have to stay away from school the next few weeks.

Yours truly

My mother

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