After a good meal and an expensive bottle of wine, they climbed into their sleeping bags and went to sleep. Some hours later, Holmes woke up and nudged his friend Watson several times.
“What is it Sherlock?” asked Watson. “Has a crime been committed; if so, I’m ready to get on the track of the criminals.”
“No, Watson. There is no crime and I cannot sleep.”
“Bother, old chap,” exclaimed an annoyed Watson, “then why did you wake ME?”
“You know my curiosity,” replied Holmes, “I wanted you philosophical opinion.”
Watson felt genuine pride. “Well, of course,” he answered, “What is the topic?”
“Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”
Watson sat upright, “I see millions and millions of stars.”
“So what does that tell you!” said Holmes enthusiastically. He sat up also.
Watson pondered for a while and spoke in a deep and profound voice.
“Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful and that we are small and insignificant. Meterologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful sunny day tomorrow.”
Feeling proud with himself, Watson turned to Holmes. “Now, tell me, dear friend, what does the night sky tell you?”
Holmes was silent for a minute before he spoke. “Watson, it tells me that someone has stolen our tent!”