There was a knock at the door. It was a small boy, about six years Old.
Something of his had found its way into my garage, he said, and He wanted it back.
Upon opening the garage door, I noticed two additions: a baseball and A broken window sporting a baseball-sized hole. "How do you suppose This ball got in here?" I asked the boy.
Taking one look at the ball, one look at the window, and one look at Me,
The boy exclaimed, "Wow! I must have thrown it right through that hole!"
Something of his had found its way into my garage, he said, and He wanted it back.
Upon opening the garage door, I noticed two additions: a baseball and A broken window sporting a baseball-sized hole. "How do you suppose This ball got in here?" I asked the boy.
Taking one look at the ball, one look at the window, and one look at Me,
The boy exclaimed, "Wow! I must have thrown it right through that hole!"
