Toward the end of his game of golf, round about about halfway along the 17th fairway, Harry somehow managed to hit his ball into the woods, as you do sometimes.
After a lot of searching, he finally found his ball, right in the middle of a patch of pretty yellow buttercups.
Trying to get his ball back into play, Harry unfortunately ended up trashing just about every one of the yellow buttercups in the patch.
All of a sudden, there was a flash of light and a puff of smoke and a little old woman appeared as if out of nowhere.
She said to Harry angrily “I am Mother Nature! Do you know how long it took me to make those buttercups? Because you destroyed that patch, you won’t have any butter for your popcorn the rest of your life”.
The old woman continued, “And what’s more, 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, suddenly POOF! . . . . as quickly as she came, she was gone again.
After Harry managed to pull himself together, he called out for his friend, “Fred, where are you?”
Fred yelled back, “I’m over here Harry, in the pussy willows”.
Harry yelled back……
“DON’T SWING FRED!!! DON’T SWING!!!!!”
Image used under a Collective Commons License from: https://pixabay.com/en/buttercups-outside-nature-spring-2651370/