Subject: Don't What?
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Thu Jun 14 2001 - 09:25:59 EDT
"Don't What?"
On the 16th hole of the golf course, Fred had hit
his ball into the woods. Harry, his partner, had
laughed and poked fun, but then somehow managed
to hit his own ball into the woods, just a few yards
beyond.
Fred hunted for a long time, getting angrier every
minute. Finally, in a patch of pretty yellow buttercups,
he found his ball. Instead of just 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 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 Fred got hold of himself, he hollered for his
friend, "Harry! Harry! Where are you?"
Harry yelled, "I'm over here, in the pussywillows."
Fred screamed back, "Don't swing! For heaven's
sake, DON'T SWING!!"
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