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Towards the end of a round of golf out at the Pine Hills Golf Course
at Rocky Mountain House, Jeff hits his ball into the woods and found it in a
patch of pretty, yellow buttercups. He hears a voice “Don’t hit the Buttercups!” He looks around and doesn’t see anyone. Taking his stance and bring the club back hears the voice, louder now “Don’t Hit the 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 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 for the rest of your life!!!’
Then POOF! she was gone!
After Jeff recovered from the shock, he hollered for his friend,
Pete, ‘where are you?’
Pete yells back ‘I’m over here in the pussy willows.’
Jeff shouts back, ‘DON’T SWING, PETE!’ FOR THE LOVE OF GOD,
WHATEVER YOU DO DON’T SWING!!!’