 Why were people throwing things at Feetch's house?
"Feetch!" grated Ogden Piltdon, president of the Piltdon Opener Company, slamming the drafting board with his hairy fist, "I want results!" "But Mr. Piltdon," remonstrated Feetch unsteadily under his employer's glare, "don't you remember? Otherwise, Feetch—" Feetch's body twitched. They began testing, Hanson operating the openers and Feetch clocking. Twenty-five years of your life you put in with Piltdon, and he'd fire you just like that if you don't do the impossible. Piltdon is a household word, but who has heard of Feetch? "Hello," said Feetch as an aproned machinist entered carrying a glistening mechanism.
 They thought the falling cans were all his fault
 They were jealous of Feetch's invention  They thought the falling cans were all his fault  Piltdon told them to  Cans were still falling on people