Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are out on a camping trip. They trudge all day, covering lots of miles, and finally decide, just as dusk is falling, that it's time to set up camp for a night. They put up

Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are out on a camping trip. They trudge all day, covering lots of miles, and finally decide, just as dusk is falling, that it's time to set up camp for the night. They put up their tent, get the fire going, and settle down to enjoy the peaceful evening.

As they sit by the fire, Holmes gazes up at the sky and says, "Watson, look up at the stars. What do you deduce?"

Watson squints at the sky, his mind racing. "Well, Holmes, I see thousands of stars, which must mean it’s night. It’s probably around 9 PM, and we’re in a remote part of the countryside. The air is cool, and the fire’s keeping the chill off. And—"

Holmes interrupts him with a wave of his hand. "No, Watson, no. It’s much simpler than that. The answer is quite obvious. Someone has stolen our tent!"

Watson looks around, blinking in confusion. "But Holmes, the tent is right there! It's set up! We’re sitting in it!"

Holmes leans back, his eyes narrowing with dramatic flair. "Precisely, Watson. You see, we’re camping at an elevation where there’s less oxygen in the air, which means the mind plays tricks on you. And, quite frankly, my dear Watson, if you can’t see the obvious, then I must assume someone has come along in the dead of night, stolen our tent, and expertly replaced it with this…"

Watson, completely befuddled, stares at the tent. "But it’s still our tent, Holmes! There’s no way it could have been swapped in the middle of the night!"

Holmes stands up dramatically and points to the sky. "Ah, Watson! That’s where you’re wrong! Who do you think would be clever enough to pull off such a stunt, hidden in the shadows of the night? Someone who knows us well enough to know we’d be too distracted by the stars to notice the theft!"

Watson scratches his head. "Wait a minute… so, you’re saying… what? The thief was an astronomer? And they replaced our tent with a duplicate while we were star-gazing?"

Holmes leans in closer. "Exactly, Watson! The criminal mastermind is none other than the Moon!"

Watson looks at Holmes in disbelief. "The Moon? Seriously?"

Holmes winks, grabs his lantern, and stands tall. "Watson, it's elementary. The Moon stole our tent, and it’s been doing so for centuries! It's been hiding in plain sight, taking the cover of night to outwit even the sharpest minds. It’s the perfect crime."

Watson, scratching his head, mutters to himself, "I knew I should’ve stayed at home. Maybe I’ll just go back to sleep before we end up with a stolen fire too…"