A gentleman is playing golf one fine afternoon. On the 11th tee
he
violently slices his ball into the buttercup field. After spending
the
allotted 5 minutes he finally finds his ball. Upon addressing the
ball
for his next shot he hears, "Don't you dare ruin my
buttercups."
Ignoring this he addresses the ball again, and one more time he
hears
the same voice.
"Who is that?" he asks.
"This is Mother Nature and if you take your ball out of the
buttercups
I will give you all the butter you want for the rest of your
life."
"That's fine," he says. "But where were you on No. 5 when I was
in the
pussy willows?
