Framed!

Finish this short story:
I WAS FRAMED...

I WAS FRAMED! Set up to take the fall by my own brother. I guess I don't blame him. Would I have done the same thing in his shoes? Maybe. I can't really say, but the wrath of the sister is far preferable to the wrath of the father anytime. We had been sent out after supper to finish fixing the pig pen fence that we had started earlier in the day. Just as Dad showed up to help, I picked up the hammer that Scott had left laying on a stump. The handle was in my hand, the hammerhead still laying on the stump. Hell hath no fury like a Dad whose tools are broken...