As I was walking down the cobblestone street. The sun shone and the birds sang. And I was a man lying face-down in the mud. I tap him lightly with my shoe.
"Who are you, sir?"
I decide to find out as I pull the man off his stomach so that I can see his face. And it was good old Watson.
"Watson, pick yourself up, man! Never before have I seen you grovelling in the mud and dirt!"
Watson stared at me blankly.
"Hmm, I suppose if I were Sherlock I would deduce something from this. I deduce, that because you were on the ground that you fell. Probably tripped on a cobblestone."
I bent down and hoisted Watson up, placing him on the bench.
"You see rather placid today, are you ok?"
As Watson didn't respond I walked away, assuming he was just fine.