i had a good friend when i was growing up.they had a HUGE choke cherry tree in their backyard.
across the street was a crotchety old guy,hated every one.he had gone on vacation one summer.
when he left his house was white,but not so white when he got back
me and my buddy spent the next two weeks washing and scrubbing his house,seems someone thought it was us.
OK so his wrist rocket and out hands were a little purple,but that still seems a little circumstantial to me