Abe Repeat Has a Mischievous Side.

Mrs Roberts felt immediate annoyance when she heard the heavy rapping sound on her conservative roof. In her hurry to get to the scours of the annoyance, she stumbled over the back door step, falling face first into the back yard. She stood up, dusting herself off and checking for damage. Check complete, she came face to face with Abe, the village idiot, who lived next door.
Abe stood behind the garden fence, erect as a sentry, with a huge grin on his face, supporting a ten foot long, steel, clothes prop*. The prop was long enough to reach Mrs Roberts conservatory.

"It wasn't me that rapped on your conservative roof Mrs Roberts." he quickly explained in his defense.

"Why would you say that Abe, I didn't even mention what I was annoyed about?"

Abe's grin remained unchainged. He was thinking fast.

"If I catch you tapping that pole against my windows again, there'll be trouble!"

She indicates to the pole with a sharp nod of her head.
Abe follows her eyes and looks at the prop standing vertically beside him.
Then, as if he'd suddenly noticed it was infested with ants, he thrusts it to the ground.

*Clothes prop = A long device usually cleft at one end designed to lift a clothes drying line away from the ground and up into faster moving air.