After assessing the angles, Digby retrieved his tennis ball and tossed it upwards.
His first attempt was too shallow. His second smacked into the wooden rafter and fell back into his hand. But his third traced a glorious, parabolic arc which cruised through the narrow gap between beam and roof.
Digby punched the air and cackled until he saw the ball plummeting towards where his father lay, mouth open and snoring…