Post by remorsa on May 22, 2011 13:12:12 GMT -8
THREE NEW GOLF BALLS GONE MISSING!
One sunny afternoon Mr. McGrass, the golfer, decided to go golfing. He had bought three new golf balls and was excited to use them on this glorious day. So, he jumped on his little go-cart with his twenty or so golf clubs and putted down the neighborhood to the wide golf course. Nothing is like the smell of fresh cut grass and plowed sand, thought Mr. McGrass as he hummed a happy tune. He stopped at the first hole and took dout his shiny golf balls, picking out the best club he had, he set up the golf ball and took a mighty swing. He grinned proudly as the golf ball flew over the hill dead center where the flag was to be. Very confident and proud he strode back to his go-cart and headed towards the site where his new golf ball was. When he arrived at the flag and it was nowhere to be found. He looked everywhere he could not find the golf ball in sight. He decided he would try again, so he went back to the first site and set up the second new golf ball and swung. Now this, he thought, was a victory. It flew farther than the first and was bound to be inches away from the flagpole. He rushed in his go-cart excited about his hit and when he arrived the golf ball was nowhere to be found! Now he was loosing his patients. He even looked inside the hole, still, no sign of the golf balls. He stomped back to his go-cart clearly perplexed and started at the beginning all over again. He set up his last new golf ball and swung with all his anger. It flew right over the hill and he was sure that it was a little ways past the flagpole. Mr. McGrass ran to his go-cart and sped to the flagpole. Bewildered of what he saw, a golf machine picking up his new golf ball! He stood there for a minute, just stood in shock, and then let out a laugh realizing what had been happening all this time.
Just a fun little tid-bit.
Critique Appreciated
One sunny afternoon Mr. McGrass, the golfer, decided to go golfing. He had bought three new golf balls and was excited to use them on this glorious day. So, he jumped on his little go-cart with his twenty or so golf clubs and putted down the neighborhood to the wide golf course. Nothing is like the smell of fresh cut grass and plowed sand, thought Mr. McGrass as he hummed a happy tune. He stopped at the first hole and took dout his shiny golf balls, picking out the best club he had, he set up the golf ball and took a mighty swing. He grinned proudly as the golf ball flew over the hill dead center where the flag was to be. Very confident and proud he strode back to his go-cart and headed towards the site where his new golf ball was. When he arrived at the flag and it was nowhere to be found. He looked everywhere he could not find the golf ball in sight. He decided he would try again, so he went back to the first site and set up the second new golf ball and swung. Now this, he thought, was a victory. It flew farther than the first and was bound to be inches away from the flagpole. He rushed in his go-cart excited about his hit and when he arrived the golf ball was nowhere to be found! Now he was loosing his patients. He even looked inside the hole, still, no sign of the golf balls. He stomped back to his go-cart clearly perplexed and started at the beginning all over again. He set up his last new golf ball and swung with all his anger. It flew right over the hill and he was sure that it was a little ways past the flagpole. Mr. McGrass ran to his go-cart and sped to the flagpole. Bewildered of what he saw, a golf machine picking up his new golf ball! He stood there for a minute, just stood in shock, and then let out a laugh realizing what had been happening all this time.
Just a fun little tid-bit.
Critique Appreciated
