I’ve never seen one of these at my trailhead before. Do you think somebody is lost? Isn’t this what people drive when they’re playing golf?
Somebody must be really confused. I’ve found tennis balls, but I’ve never ever seen a golf ball on my trails. I think that means that there’s probably not a golf course either.
Hey, wait a minute. What if the person who drove this here is going to try to start a golf course?
That could be dangerous.
I could be walking along, minding my own business when out of nowhere comes a flying golf ball. It might hit me on the head.
Or it might knock a bird right out of the sky. Then I would have to perform bird CPR. I think I’d better brush up. You do CPR by licking them until they wake up, right? I’d have to be really careful or I might swallow the bird.
And if a golf ball went flying into my puddle – ker splat! – it might not get found until my puddle disappeared again. Then all the creatures who hang out at my puddle would be fighting for the golf ball.
All right, that does it! There is no way a golf course is going in on my trails. I’m going to find this golfer and send him back home.
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