On the Ninth hole, at the outer side of the golf course, Dave somehow manages
to slice his ball straight into the woods, & he finds it nestled in a patch of bright
yellow buttercups.
Determined to get his ball back in play, he takes a few aggressive swings—promptly
destroying nearly every buttercup in sight.
Suddenly… POOF! With a puff of smoke, a tiny old woman appears out of nowhere.
“I am Mother Nature!” she declares. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to grow
those buttercups? For your carelessness, I curse you! From this moment forward, you shall
never have butter for your popcorn! No butter for your toast! No butter for anything—for
the rest of your life!”
And with that… POOF! She vanishes.
Shaken, Dave takes a deep breath and shouts, “Fred! Where are you?”
From the distance, Fred answers back, “Over here… in the ***** willows.”
Dave’s eyes went wide with horror.
“FRED, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD—DON’T SWING!!!”