Harry sliced his tee shot way off into a field beside the golf course. Finally he finds the ball nestled in amongst some buttercups. On his back swing he hears a voice, "Please don't hurt my buttercups."

He stops his swing, looks around, sees no one, and prepares to hit again. "Please don't hurt my buttercups."

He stops again, looks up and sees a beautiful woman approaching. "I am mother nature," she says. "If you promise not to harm my buttercups, I can guarantee you an abundant supply of butter for the rest of your life."

Harry thinks about this and says,
"Where you last week when I hit my ball into the pussywillows?"