“I am ready, Watson, to reveal the secret,” said Holmes, as we sat down for our afternoon tea one day.
“Secret?”
“My dear Watson, you are, as I am, aware of the numerous compliments this Ruby character has had on her mohawk?” Holmes replied, as he drew a long puff on his pipe. “These people, they are curious how she makes her hair stand.”
“Yes, and you have a theory?”
“Elementary, my dear Watson. Elementary.”
Holmes retreated into his study and returned with two photographs.
“Very interesting indeed,” he murmured.
I pressed, “What? What is it?”
“Look,” he said, “this photograph taken in the first few days of Ruby’s life shows a clearly un-mohawked baby. But after her first bath, consider this!”
He produced the second photograph with a flourish.
Holmes’ hands quivered with the excitement of the discovery.
“So the bath water is the secret?” I asked.
“Dr Watson, you surpass yourself!” Holmes exclaimed. “Indeed, I can only surmise that the soap water reacted with the virgin hair, so to speak, which resulted in the mohawk that exists today.”
with sincere apologies and a big waddup to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. you were my hero growing up.
haha.. that’s awesome. i wonder how long she’ll continue on the path of the mohawk.. only time will tell.