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, his
father noticed two additions: a baseball and a broken window
sporting a baseball-sized hole. "How do you suppose this ball got
in here?" his father asked the boy.
Taking one look at the ball, one look at the window, and one look
at his father, the boy exclaimed, "Wow! I must have thrown it right
through that hole!"