
Off the seventh tee, Joe sliced his shot deep into a wooded ravine. He took his
eight iron and clambered down the embankment in search of his lost
ball.
After many long minutes of hacking at the underbrush, he spotted
something glistening in the leaves. As he drew nearer, he discovered that it was
an eight iron in hands of a skeleton!
Joe immediately called out to his
friend, "Jack, I've got trouble down here!"
"What's the matter?" Jack
asked from the edge of the ravine.
"Bring me my wedge," Joe shouted. "You
can't get out of here with an eight iron!"
Edited 5/24/12 by Paul_Sr