"Holmes, I can't reach the extra paper, can you help me?" Watson said as he stared rather sourly up at the top of the book shelf.
"Watson, why do you have to be so short?" Holmes said as he gave Watson the paper.
"It's not my fault Holmes. Not everyone is born to be tall."
"Watson, I constantly have to get things for you because you are too lazy to get a chair."
"What about you? We've been caught by you being too tall to hide anywhere!"
"What is all of the noise up here?" Mrs. Hudson asked as she entered the sitting room with the laundry.
"Holmes says it's a bad thing to be short." Watson said with a scowl.
"Well, think of it this way Mr. Holmes. When your shirt shrinks in the wash, guess who gets to have it?"