Don't Mess with Mother Nature
On the 16th hole of a golf course, Fred hit his ball into the woods. Harry laughed at Fred, but then somehow managed to hit his ball into the woods too, just a few yards beyond. It took Fred a long time to look for his ball and he was getting angrier every minute. Finally, he found his ball in a patch of yellow buttercups. Instead of simply continuing the game, he took his club and thrashed every single buttercup in that patch.
Suddenly, 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 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 won't have any butter for anything for the rest of your life!"
Then poof! She was gone.
After Fred got a hold of himself, he hollered to his friend, "Harry! Harry! Where are you?"
Harry yelled, "I'm over here, in the pussy willows."
Fred screamed back, "Don't swing! For God's sake, don't swing!!!"
Posted May 10, 2006