Things being what they are, I cunningly distracted Boo long enough to engage in a brief tête-à-tête with my man, Watson. Well, okay, it wasn't really head-to-head since, as you can see, he is quite a bit altitudinally-challenged even when he is on his feet (which I am beginning to believe is roughly around 60% of the time). Still, we managed to get introductory conventions out of the way and set to work on our very first mystery - The Case of the Flipping Flap.
I explained to Watson that some time prior to his arrival we had been experiencing a most unusual phenomenon. You see, there is a vent on the side of the shop that has three flaps. From time to time, the top flap would be open - stuck in the 'up' position. The goatfather would always painstakingly go and get something with a long handle (for you see the vent is quite a ways up) and flip the flap back into position. Mysteriously, the next day, the flopped flap would be flipped back into the 'up' position. It was a most perplexing, not to mention annoying, occurrence.
Watson seemed to feel that, because of the lofty nature of the incident, the perpetrator or perpetrators, had to possess expert skills in climbing or flying. Sticking close to Holmesian philosophy on the nature of crime, I replied, " I have investigated many crimes, but I have never yet seen one which was committed by a flying creature." (The Adventure of Black Peter) At which point Watson nodded, nonchalantly, in the direction of the shop to what can be seen below.
Excellent deduction, Watson, my good man! Case Closed.