Telescope
I have said many times to Watson that he ought not underrate his deductive abilities. I know he doesn't think them much compared to mine, but he fails to recognise that I have been honing my own my entire life and, as such, it is not surprising that mine are more progressed than his. He does not seem to realise that he has a far greater aptitude for deductive reasoning than the average man on the street (not to mention several Scotland Yard inspectors!).
After all, there are only a few people who have been told which day my birthday falls upon, and even fewer who could manage to discover it.
I was therefore surprised on the day in question, the first of my birthdays spent at 221B Baker Street, when I emerged from my bedroom to discover a small package lying on my desk. There was a note attached.
Holmes,
Many happy returns of the day - I hope this will assist in filling in certain gaps in your education.
Watson.
At first I wondered how it was he had known it was my birthday, but then my curiousity overcame me, and I wondered instead just what it was he had given me as a present. I pulled back the brown wrapping paper - and laughed.
It was a telescope, gleaming gold.
Watson may write of my ability to surprise and amaze him, but what he does not write of is his own ability to do the very same to me.