Toward the end of the golf course, Harry 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 Harry 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."

Harry yells back......"DON'T SWING FRED!!! For God sake, DON'T SWING!!"