Toward the far end of the golf course, Dave somehow managed to slice his ball straight into the woods, where he found it nestled in a patch of bright yellow buttercups.
Determined to get his ball back in play, he took a few aggressive swings—promptly destroying nearly every buttercup in sight.
Suddenly… POOF!
With a puff of smoke, a tiny old woman appeared out of nowhere.
“I am Mother Nature!” she declared. “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 vanished.
Still shaken, Dave took a deep breath and shouted, “Fred! Where are you?”
From the distance, Fred called back, “Over here… in the pussy willows.”
Dave’s eyes went wide with horror.
“FRED, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD—DON’T SWING!!!”
