Broken Window

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 base- ball
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!"