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.