 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? "Hello," said Feetch as an aproned machinist entered carrying a glistening mechanism. Several days later, however, Piltdon himself charged into the drawing room and slapped Feetch heartily on the back, causing him to break a pencil point. "Feetch!" roared Piltdon. Receiving no satisfactory explanation from Piltdon, they set up their own research. That night, at six-ten p.m., the Borenchuck family of Selby, South Dakota, sat down to their evening meal.
 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