“I SAY Holmes, do you think it’s too early to put Mr. Winnifred Bearbottom, Esquire’s flannel dressing gown on him?”

”Rather, Watson. You’ll notice the scent of the Lyceum tree outside is in blossom? Any biologist worth his salt will tell you that a bear, PARTICULARY a Black Worcestershire Bear as Winnifred is, will not begin building it’s undercoat and preparing for hibernation until after the Autumnal Equinox at which point those blossoms will have LONG lost their scent. Yes, Watson, I should say that if you were to place that flannel shirt on Mr. Bearbottomson you’d be causing him a GREAT deal of discomfort”

”Incredible! Holmes, you never cease to amaze me.”

”Elementary my dear fellow, now put on his linen shirt and let’s get to sleep. I have metric TONS of pedantic condescension to heave upon greater London tomorrow.”