Toward the end of the golf course, Dave somehow
managed to hit his ball into the woods finding it in a
patch of pretty yellow buttercups.
Trying to get his ball back in play, he ended up
thrashing just about every buttercup in the patch.
All of a sudden . . . POOF! In a flash and puff of
smoke, a little old woman appeared.
She said, "I'm Mother Nature! Do you know how
long it took me to make those buttercups?
Just for that, you won't have any butter for your
popcorn the rest of your life; better still; you won't
have any butter for your toast for the rest of your
life ... as a matter of fact, you won't have any butter
for anything the rest of your life!"
THEN POOF! ... she was gone. After Dave got a
hold of himself, he hollered for his friend Fred. "Fred, where are you?"
Fred yells back, "I'm over here, in the pussywillows."
Dave yells back......
"DON'T SWING FRED!!! For God's sake, DON'T SWING!!"