The curious case of biting ducks: The return of Sherlock Holmes

Hey there fellas! Sherlock here. A lot has changed since last time i talked to you. Watson is on his way to raise a happily boring family with two kids and a perfectly normal wife. Normal is another word for average which is another word for boring. You know me. I can do anything but boring. Meanwhile i met this perfectly crazy girl on tinder. Let's call her Miss Adler. Apart from that i have taken palmistry as a hobby. Don't get me started on the amount of deductions you can get from somebody's hands. And yes, all the hot chicks give you their hand for 'inspection' in a breeze.

So today out of the blue Irene decided that we don't spend much time together. We had a jovial and friendly discussion over how we need to go to fancy restaurants more frequently at least on special occasions (and no irene i repeat myself: Sunday does not count as special occasion). Later a little less friendly one over how I'm a cheapskate. Finally we decided to go to the lakeside.

Lots of ducks ehh. Curious creatures. Absolutely fascinating. I almost forgot Irene at the ice cream stand coz i was busy taking pictures of ducks. She kept insisting on eating as much ice cream as she wanted coz it was her 'special day'. Whatever that means.. ( and I'm seriously concerned about those calories Irene, you really need to watch your eating habits.. If you know what i mean) Amazing little birds. Look at their eyes and you have that creepy feeling that they are trying to form an opinion about you. It's very hard to be prodded  by random strangers day and night and not form an opinion about them. I was trying to solve the mysteries of their curious little brains. I thought maybe i should put my palmistry skills to good use. You know. Like read a ducks palm. They deserve to know if they are going to get a hearty meal today or not.

Irene kept bugging me. She can be a handful at times.  'Don't do this.' 'Don't do that.' 'Don't go in the lake.' 'don't stand on my toes you moron'.  You get the general idea. I think i was distracted that's why it happened. I was urging this totally harmless looking duck to let me see its palm when it reached out and bit my finger. Horrible little beasts.

We soon found ourselves waiting to get a tetanus shot and possibly a little bandaging. Even the solemn surroundings of a hospital would not calm down the attention seeking impulses of the female brain. I was trying to figure out the mystery of the biting ducks and she was droning on and on about how she was born in this very hospital exactly 26 years back. Whatever.

Sherlock: hmm.. I wonder why..

Irene: i wonder why do i even go out with somebody as forgetful as you

Sherlock: yeah that. And it showed no signs of abnormally aggressive behavior beforehand.

Irene: yeah you bet. Neither am i.

Sherlock: perhaps it was angry at my incursion in its territory.

Irene: i guess it's that stupid pink shirt you always insist on wearing when going out.

Sherlock:  oh no. That's my lucky shirt. Reminds me of Watson.

Irene: perhaps you forgot her birthday too

Sherlock: nonsense. I never forget anything i have a photographic memory. I got it.. I had stains of ice cream on my hand which it picked up owing to its acute sense of smell. And my finger appeared like a sweet little piece of vanilla to it. Case solved ! Irene!  Irene?

She was nowhere to be found. And she is not picking up her phone either. Watson was very good at this stuff. The childish observations that arose from his tiny brain always helped me think in a fresh perspective. I wish i could find a substitute for him soon. After i finish writing this I'm going to call him to discuss the curious case of biting ducks. See ya around folks!



PS: just got off the phone with Watson. He is of the opinion that i should check my calendar for i seem to have forgotten some essential date or something. If anybody has any clue it would be very helpful. Looking forward to solving the ever growing complexities of the female mind.