Buttercups

Towards the end of the golf course, Richard hits his ball into the woods and finds it in a patch of pretty yellow buttercups. Trying to get his ball back in play, he ends up thrashing just about every buttercup in the patch. All of a sudden, in a flash and puff of smoke, a little old woman appears.

She says, "I'm Mother Nature. Do you know how long it took me to make those buttercups? Just for doing what you have done, you won't have any butter for your popcorn for 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'll never have any butter for anything the rest of your life!"

Then POOF!.....she's gone!

After Richard recovers from the shock, he hollers, "Allan, where are you?"

Allan yells back "I'm over here in the pussywillows."

Richard shouts back, "Don't swing, Allan! For the love of God, don't swing!"

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