As Cathy sat on her porch, Pete ran up holding a frisbee and panting. “Cathy, Cathy, you’ll never believe what I just saw in the Rosen’s living room.”
“The Rosen’s invited you into their house?” Cathy asked. The Rosen’s never let anyone in their house.
“Well, no. I saw it in their front window.”
“It’s really hard to see in their front window,” Cathy pointed out. “It’s almost like they have two-way glass.”
“I was really close,” Pete said, and then, when that explanation did not convince Cathy, Pete added, “I was playing frisbee.”
“With whom?” Cathy asked. She actually had seen Pete wildly throwing the Frisbee around Poplar Street.
“It was just me,” Pete said. “I was playing a mix of frisbee golf and a game where you throw the frisbee in the air and then try to catch it.”
Cathy stared down Pete. “Were you intentionally throwing the frisbee to look into people’s front windows?”
Pete did not hesitate. “Do you want to know what’s in the Rosen’s living room?”
“Give me the frisbee first,” Cathy said. Pete obliged. “Alright, what do the Rosen’s have in their living room?”
“A zebra,” Pete said. “They were giving tea to a zebra.”
Cathy took Pete’s frisbee and surprisingly threw it with great accuracy. It landed right in front of the Rosen’s living room window.