Toward the end of his game of golf, about halfway along the 17th fairway, Harry somehow managed to hit his ball into the woods, as you do.
After a lot of searching, he found it in the middle of a patch of pretty yellow buttercups.
Trying to get his ball back in play, he unfortunately ended up trashing 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 to him “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”.
The old woman continued, “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! . . . . she was gone again.
After Harry got a hold of himself, he hollered 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!!!!!”
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