This reminds me of the time, when I was a teenager, that I came home from doing my paper route with my pet raccoon riding on the handle bars (he loved to ride there). I found my father and my grandfather playing a game of horseshoes in the back yard. There were 2 prune trees beside the horseshoe pits and it was mid summer so the prunes were still quite green.
My grandfather tossed a horseshoe but it slipped from his hand and went almost straight up in the air and hit the branch the raccoon was watching from. That made the raccoon upset so he grabbed a green prune and bounced in off the bald spot on my grandfathers head. That made my grandfather mad so it picked the prune up and threw it back. We were then under attach. The raccoon began chittering at the top of his voice and throwing green prunes with both hands, hanging on by his back feet (also shaped like hands). We had to retreat. for the next hour we tried to go back out and resume the horseshoe game but each time we were greeted with a barrage of green prunes. After dark we were finally able the coax the raccoon out of the tree with his dinner.