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!"
poof, she was gone. After Harry got a hold of himself, he hollered for his friend,
Fred. "Fred, where are you?"
yells back, "I'm over here, in the Pussywillows."
yells back, "Don't swing Fred, for God sake, don't swing!"