"I know.

It's that husband of mine wanting to give me a scare.

Wait! I'll make the rascal jump." Nora Wingate groped for and found a small piece of rock, chuckling softly to herself.

Rising cautiously she aimed the rock to fall several feet to one side of the man below her, then reaching her hand far back she let fly, just as she had seen bombers do in France when practicing bomb-throwing.
Nora stood shaking with silent laughter at the fright she was going to give Hippy Wingate.

To her horror, the rock, instead of landing to one side of the man, dropped fairly on the top of his head.