|A tents tale|
|Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson camp it up|
Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson had taken time off from their busy case
load to enjoy a week's camping holiday in the Lake district. On their
last evening, after an excellent meal, a bottle of fine claret and a
brace of cigars, the intrepid pair lay down for the night, and went
to sleep. Some hours later, Holmes awoke with a start and nudged his
faithful friend awake.
"I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes."
Watson pondered for a minute. "Astronomically, it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Mars is in conjuction with Saturn in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, I marvel at the rich tapestry of creation and comprehend how very small and insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things. Meteorologically, I am tolerably certain that we shall have a fine day tomorrow. What does it tell you?"
Holmes was silent for a moment and then cuffed his assistant around the ear. "Watson, you are a confounded idiot. It tells me that some blackguard has stolen our tent!"
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