BUTTERCUPS . . .
> >
> >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
> >