There was a knock at the door. It was a small boy, about five years old. Something of his had found its way into my garage , he said, and he wanted it back. Upon entering the garage door, I noticed two additions: a baseball and a broken window sporting a baseball-size hole.
"How do you suppose this ball got in here?" I asked.
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." (Bruce Radomski)
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